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CHAP. VIII.
His cheeks, where love with beauty glow'd,
A deadly pale o'ercast;
So fades the fresh rose in its prime
Mallet
At the appointed time, Madame Chatteneuf and her daughter came to the chateau; nor did M. Chalons forget his invitation; but he was a much more welcome visitant to the Countess than to Madeline, as his presence restrained her conversation with Olivia, from whom she imagined, if he was not by, she should hear something of de Sevignie. They walked about the lawn
