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FRANCE, IN OLD TIMES.
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seemed not to have extended, before he perfectly recovered his recollection. Then he would have disengaged himself, but his arm was detained, as strongly as if it were pinioned. "Let me seek my father," he exclaimed. "Be silent !" said his conductor, with a voice of power, that made him tremble. At length he knocked at the massy gate of a monastery. The porter admitted them, and they passed to an inner cell. Affected by his passioned bursts of grief, and exclamations of "father, dear father!" his protector said, "thank God, my son, that thy own life is saved. I ventured forth amid scenes of horror, hoping to bring to this refuge a brother, whom I loved as my own soul. I found
