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forgotten her? Wearied with fruitless efforts, had he left her to her miserable, her solitary fate? There was a slight sound-something seemed to have dropped. She looked up. At her side she beheld a letter, which, wrapped round a stone, had been thrown in at the window. She started up in an ecstasy of joy. She cursed herself for doubting for an instant the fidelity of her lover! She tore open the letter; but so great was her emotion that some minutes elapsed before she could decipher its contents. At length she learned that, on the ensuing eve, Lothair and Theodore, d

stake. She might, however, have observed that the characters were faint-that the paper had the appearance of being stained or washed; but this she did not observe. She was sanguine-she was confident in the wisdom of