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CHAP. VIII.
Oh! take me in a fellow-mourner with thee;
I'll number groan for groan, and tear for tear!
And when the fountains of thy eyes are dry,
Mine shall supply the stream, and weep for both.
Madeline tried many doors, but found them fastened. She resolved, however, not to return without attempting all, and was just laying her hand upon another lock, when a dreadful groan from the bottom of the passage pierced her ear, and penetrated to her heart. She hesitated whether she should advance or retreat; but at length humanity triumphed over fear, and she de-
