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ments of the castle of Charolois, situate on one of the loftiest heights, still blazed in the reflected radiance of the setting sun, and cast, as it were, a glance of triumph at

d been maintained for ages never perhaps raged with more virulence than at this moment; since the only male heir of the house of Charolois had been slain in a t

on the surrounding scene, would hardly deem that the darkest passions of our

ical bell summoned the devout vassals of Charolois to a beautiful shrine, wherein was deposited the heart of their late you

; several groups were already kneeling,-faces of fidelity well known to their adored lady; but as she entered, a palmer, with his broad hat drawn over his face, and closely muffled up in his cloak, dipped his hand at the same time with hers in the fount of holy water placed at the entrance of of the shrine, and pre

tomb of her brother. A low whisper, occasionally sounding,-assured her that someone was at the confessional; and soon the palmer, w

what would I not ventur

hopes, wild though they

t me employ this golden moment to urge what I have before entreated. Your

never can be. Alas!

ppy. What care I for Branchimont, and all its fortunes? And for that, my vassals are no traitors. If ever the br

t hate each other like our fated race? My heart is dis

ge, advancing, 'the

e, and crossed herse

this hour,' whi

ssent, and, leaning on he