The romance of the forest, by the authoress of 'A Sicilian romance'. |
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They now bound the eyes of La Motte and of the young lady , whom terror had
hitherto kept silent , and then placing them on two horses , a man mounted
behind each , and they immediately galloped off . They had proceeded in this
way near ...
They now bound the eyes of La Motte and of the young lady , whom terror had
hitherto kept silent , and then placing them on two horses , a man mounted
behind each , and they immediately galloped off . They had proceeded in this
way near ...
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La Motte , extremely shocked at Peter ' s intelligence , made no other reply than
by cursing his folly , and immediately went in search of Madame , who was
walking with Adeline on the banks of the river . La Motte was too much agitated to
...
La Motte , extremely shocked at Peter ' s intelligence , made no other reply than
by cursing his folly , and immediately went in search of Madame , who was
walking with Adeline on the banks of the river . La Motte was too much agitated to
...
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Louis comprehended his father ' s words , and immediately relieved his
apprehensions by the following relation : A letter from Monsieur Nemours ,
containing an account of your flight from Paris , reached me at Peronne , where I
was then upon ...
Louis comprehended his father ' s words , and immediately relieved his
apprehensions by the following relation : A letter from Monsieur Nemours ,
containing an account of your flight from Paris , reached me at Peronne , where I
was then upon ...
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If La Motte is concerned in this danger , said she , let me entreat you to acquaint
him with it immediately ; he has but too many misfortunes to apprehend .
Excellent Adeline ! cried Theodore , that , heart must be adamant that would
injure you .
If La Motte is concerned in this danger , said she , let me entreat you to acquaint
him with it immediately ; he has but too many misfortunes to apprehend .
Excellent Adeline ! cried Theodore , that , heart must be adamant that would
injure you .
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He called to La Motte to rise immediately ; and Madame La Motte endeavoured at
the same time to rouse her husband , who at length awoke in much alarm , and
soon after joining the Marquis , they went down stairs together . Adeline now ...
He called to La Motte to rise immediately ; and Madame La Motte endeavoured at
the same time to rouse her husband , who at length awoke in much alarm , and
soon after joining the Marquis , they went down stairs together . Adeline now ...
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abbey Adeline affected agitation answered apartment appeared apprehension attention believe brought called chamber circumstances concealed concerning conduct continued conversation countenance danger dark discovered distance distress door doubt dreadful endeavoured entered escape express eyes father fear feel felt followed forest further hand heard heart hope hour imagination immediately inquired interest kindness late leave length less light listened live looked lost Louis Madame La Motte manner Marquis master means mind moment morning never night object observed occasion once opened ordered passed perceived perhaps person Peter possible present proceeded quitted raised reached reason recollected remained replied retired returned scene seemed seen sighed silent sometimes soon sound speak spirits steps stood stranger suffered sure surprise tears tender terror Theodore thought till tion took trembling turned voice walked walls window wish
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