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SICILIAN ROMANCE.
CHAPTER VII.
TOWARDS the cloſe of day Madame de Menon arrived at a ſmall village ſituated among the mountains, where ſhe purpoſed to paſs the night. The evening was remarkably fine, and the romantic beauty of the ſurrounding ſcenery invited her to walk. She followed the windings of a ſtream, which was loſt at ſome diſtance amongſt luxuriant groves of cheſnut. The rich colouring of evening glowed through the dark foliage, which ſpreading a penſive gloom around, offered a ſcene congenial to the preſent temper of her mind, and ſhe entered the ſhades. Her thoughts, affected by the
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