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CLERMONT.
CHAP. I.
—————————Something still there lies
In Heaven's dark volume which I read through mists.
dryden
On descending to the breakfast parlour, she found her father already there; he stood with his back to the door, and so deeply engaged in contemplating a large picture, that he did not hear her enter. Madeline approached him softly, and could not help being struck with horror on perceiving the picture was a representation of the mur-
