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The heart of Madeline died away at those words; and with a faint cry she sunk to the earth.
"Have pity upon my child (exclaimed the wretched St. Julian, bending over her, whilst the shouts of the men pierced his ears, and re-echoed through the chamber); have pity upon her, and aid me in recovering her ere you tear me from her!"
"Tear you from her! (repeated a voice which made him start from his daughter—the tender, the well-remembered voice of de Sevignie)—Oh! never (cried he, darting from amidst his companions, and snatching the still senseless Madeline from the ground), Oh! never shall Madeline be torn from the arms of her father!"
Something like a ray of hope gleamed upon the mind of St. Julian—"I am all amazement!" exclaimed he.
