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CHAP. III.
My lab'ring heart, that swells with indignation,
Heaves to discharge its burden, that once done
The busy thing shall rest within its cell.
rowe.
Expecting every moment to behold him, she took the path to the grotto; but reached it without having that expectation fulfilled. Surprised and disappointed she stopped before it, irresolute whether to return to the chateau directly or wait a few minutes there; she at last resolved on the latter, and seated herself on the moss covered stone at its entrance. The deep gloom of the grotto made her involuntarily shudder whenever she cast a glance within
