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142 ALFRED DE ROSANN. his clothes, and performed his toilet; and, having con- signed certain documents to his pocket, he sallied forth to call upon his beloved Eloise. The porter of the hotel was soon found to conduct him to the house where he anticipated to hear pronounced the final fraé that should stamp his happiness or his misery, and divest him of suspense. But the fears were few, and the hopes were many and sanguine that filled the breast of our hero, as he hurried along the street towards the dwelling he was so anxious to reach. “ Now,” thought he to himself, as he knocked at the door and dismissed the porter back again to the hotel,—‘ now let me reap a reward for all my past sufferings, or find that I have laboured fruitlessly and in vain!?’ CHAPTER XIV. UNWELCOME NEWS. Wuen Belle-Rose came to himself, and partially recovered his senses, he felt a dreadful chill, which had taken possession of his whole body. At first he was at a loss to ascertain where he was; but as his scat- tered ideas gradually concentrated and furnished his memory with the power of reflection, he called to mind all that had passed; and instead of repenting of the daring deed he had contemplated, he vented his indignation in curses against its failure. The night was pitch dark—the rain still fell in torrents—the wind alone had abated in violence. A sudden flash of lightning enabled him to judge of the result of the combat. The post-chaise had disappeared; one of his comrades lay stretched upon the ground; the other was nowhere to be seen. But their horses were stand- ing tranquilly in the middle of the road, “overcome CORMICLOOOKS5(€0)