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CHAP. III.
Why I can smile, and murder while I smile,
And cry content to that which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
No noise this night disturbed the tranquillity of the castle; and the terror which had marked the countenances of the domestics began to vanish.
The Marquis had mentioned to Madeline his intention of giving an entertainment in honour of her and his Son; and prepara-
