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'Hah! who the devil have you brought ho the Count's party, 'are they from France, or Spain?--where

did youtoo,' replied his coood French 'This chevalier, and his party, had lost their way,

and asked a night's lodging in the fort' The others made no reply, but

thren a kind of knapsack, and drew forth several brace of birds

The bag sounded heavily as it fell to the ground, and the glitter

of solanced on the eye of the Count, who now

surveyed, with alook, the ure, of a hard countenance, and had short black

hair, curling in his neck Instead of the hunter's dress, he wore a

faded s, and a kind

of short trowsers hung from his waist On his head he wore a leathern

cap, so in shape an ancient Roman helmet; but the

brows that scowled beneath it, would have characterized those of the

barbarians, who conquered Roth, turned away his eyes, and re the in

an obscure part of the hall, fixed in attentive gaze on St Foix, who

was conversing with Blanche, and did not observe this; but the Count,

soon after, saw the sa over the shoulder of the soldier as

attentively at himself He withdrew his eye, when that of the Countfast upon his mind, but feared to betray

it in his countenance, and, forcing his features to assume a smile,