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affectionately, and assured me that, as soon as his niece was gone, I might consider his house as my own.
"Farewell, Don Alphonso!" said the baroness, and stretched out her hand to me.
I took it, and offered to carry it to my lips. She prevented me. Her husband was at the other end of the room, and out of hearing.
"Take care of yourself," she continued; "my love is become hatred, and my wounded pride shall not be unatoned. Go where you will, my vengeance shall follow you!"
She accompanied these words with a look sufficient to make me tremble. I answered not, but hastened to quit the castle.
As my chaise drove out of the court, I looked up to the windows of your sister's chamber: nobody was to be seen there. I threw myself back despondent in my carriage. I was attended by no other servants than a Frenchman, whom I had hiredat
