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Dorothee's spirits being now more composed, she rose, and unlocked the

door that led into the late Marchioness's apart round with dark arras, and so spacious, that

the lamp she held up did not shew its extent; while Dorothee, when she

entered, had dropped into a chair, where, sighing deeply, she scarcely

trusted herself with the view of a scene so affecting to her It was

soh the dusk, the bed on which the

Marchioness was said to have died; when, advancing to the upper end of

the rooreen da to the floor in the fashion of a tent,

half drawn, and re apparently, as they had been left twenty years

before; and over the whole bedding was thrown a counterpane, or pall, of

black velvet, that hung down to the floor Emily shuddered, as she held

the lamp over it, and looked within the dark curtains, where she almost

expected to have seen a hu the

horror she had suffered upon discovering the dying Madame Montoni in the

turret-cha from

the bed, when Dorothee, who had now reached it, exclaiin!

methinks I see my lady stretched upon that pall--as when last I saw

her!'