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Madame Cheron, whether she had seen a rival admired, had lost at play,

or had witnessed an entertainment more splendid than her oas

returned from her visit with a telad, when the hour arrived, in which she could retire to the

solitude of her own apart, she was summoned to Madame Cheron, whose

countenance was inflamed with resentment, and, as Emily advanced, she

held out a letter to her 'Do you know this hand?' said she, in a severe tone, and with a look

that was intended to search her heart, while Emily examined the letter

attentively, and assured her, that she did not

'Do not provoke me,' said her aunt; 'you do know it, confess the truth

i the truth instantly'

Emily was silent, and turned to leave the roouilty, then,' said she, 'you do know the hand' 'If

you was before in doubt of this, mada told a falsehood' Madame Cheron did not

blush; but her niece did, a moment after, when she heard the name of

Valancourt It was not, however, with the consciousness of deserving

reproof, for, if she ever had seen his hand-writing, the present

characters did not bring it to her recollection