ABSTRACT
The sun had set, and the evening began to close, as Mademoiselle de Sevrac descended the steps of the portico to meet St. Clair. Though she felt an unusual degree of courage, she was not sorry that the dusk of twilight rendered every object indistinct. – She hoped, that pride and resolution would prevent her shedding a tear; she was conscious that the innocence of her heart had no reason to raise a blush upon her cheek, and yet she was pleased at the reflection, that the gloom which surrounded her, was calculated to conceal either the one or the other.
