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As when a wave, that from a cloud impends,

And, swell'd with tempests, on the ship descends,

White are the decks with foah ev'ry shroud:

Pale, tre, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears,

And instant death on ev'ry wave appears

POPE'S HOMER

The Lady Blanche, meanwhile, as left much alone, became impatient

for the co in

the delight she received from the beautiful scenery around She had now

no person, to whom she could express her admiration and communicate

her pleasures, no eye, that sparkled to her smile, or countenance, that

reflected her happiness; and she beca her dissatisfaction, readily yielded to her entreaties,

and reminded Emily of her promised visit; but the silence of Valancourt,

which was now prolonged far beyond the period, when a letter ht

have arrived from Estuviere, oppressed E her averse to society, she would willingly have deferred her

acceptance of this invitation, till her spirits should be relieved

The Count and his family, however, pressed to see her; and, as the

circumstances, that prompted her wish for solitude, could not be

explained, there was an appearance of caprice in her refusal, which she

could not persevere in, without offending the friends, whose esteeth, therefore, she returned upon a second visit

to Chateau-le-Blanc Here the friendly ed E the estates

of her late aunt, and to consult hi them He

had little doubt, that the laould decide in her favour, and, advising

her to apply to it, offered first to write to an advocate at Avignon,