lorn, scarcely ever more disconsolate: the manner in which her first journey had been taken recurred to her recollection, and the contrast she drew between her situation now and then, heightened all the horrors of the present: so true is it, that the remembrance of past joys aggravates our present miseries.
From her melancholy retrospection she was roused by the opening of the door, tho' expecting Lubin, her spirits were so weak she involuntarily started from her seat.
"Don't be frightened Mademoiselle, (cried Lubin, in a whispering voice, as he softly closed the door after him) 'tis only I."
"Well, Lubin, (said Madeline, almost gasping for breath through agitation) what intelligence—did you see any one?"
"I can't tell you now, Mademoiselle, (cried he) we must be gone."
"Oh, heavens! (said Madeline) is there any danger."
