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CHAP. X.
Some melancholy thought that shuns the light,
Lurks underneath that sadness in thy visage. Rowe
She found the Countess leaning against the side of the chair, as if quite overcome by the parting with her friends. Madeline hung over her, but was too much affected to speak. In a few minutes she raised her head—"I feel rather faint (said she), and I will go upon the lawn, for I think the evening air will revive me."
