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He once more bade Emily adieu, pressed her hand to his lips, looked at

her, for the last time, and hurried out of the room

Emily remained in the chair, where he had left her, oppressed with

a pain at her heart, which scarcely per steps, sinking fainter and fainter, as

he crossed the hall She was, at length, roused by the voice of the

Countess in the garden, and, her attention being then awakened, the

first object, which struck her sight, was the vacant chair, where

Valancourt had sat The tears, which had been, for some time, repressed

by the kind of astonishment, that followed his departure, now cath, sufficiently composed to return to

her own room