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CHAP. V.
"Ah, fear, ah, frantic fear,
"I see, I see thee near:
"I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye,
"Like thee I start, like thee disordered fly."
"What is the matter, Floretta?" asked Madeline, in a voice of alarm.
"Ah! Mademoiselle, (exclaimed Floretta, dropping into a chair, and wringing her hands) poor Agatha!"
"What of her?" cried Madeline, with an eagerness that shook her frame.
