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o aaa the party of horsemen vociferating forth the wel- come cry, “ Open the gates make baste! We are going out in pursuit !” But the next instant Charles De Vere’s heart suddenly sank within him, as a voice from the gate exclaimed, “ The Governor has just ordered that persons must go out singly and not in groups; and no one can pass without giving the watch. word !” “Good !” ejaculated the foremost of the party : and bending forward in his saddle, he whispered the watch-word to the porter at the gates. The gates flew open ; and that particular horse- man at once galloped forth. It happened that the steed on which Charles was mounted, was natu rally high mettled ; and it was now full of spirits in consequence of not having been out fur exercise during the last few days. Therefore, no sooner were the gates thrown open, than the impatient steed bounded forward, and brought Charles, with & rush as it were, into the very midat of the group. “ Here’s his Excellency himself!” ejaculated two or three voices, as the light from tho gates flashed upon the gold lace on the cocked hat, and which lace distinguished it from the hat worn by an ordinary police-oflicial. The porter who was on the very point of barring the way until the second horseman whispered the watch-word in his ear, now stood back; the steed which Charles bestrode dashed forward—it was the Governor’s favourite animal~a large black horse, with white hinder feet—and at a glance therefore it was recognised by all whose eyes scttled fur a moment upon it. Away wont the entire party -hrough the gateway; for the porter no longer thought of demanding watch-words while the su- perior authority of the Governor was (as he ihought) manifesting itself. The fortress stood at s distance of about a couple of hundred yards from ‘he town: the mettled animal which Charles destrode, speedily outstripped the other horsemen ; ind on reaching the principal street of Bagno, ur hero took the turning which led in the direc- un of Florence. For towards the capital was he resolved to make the best of his way,—trusting to ihe excellence of the steed to outstrip all pursuit, ind to reach his destination—a distance of up- wards of forty miles—ere the night should bo very ar advanced ; for it was now only just nine o'clock n the evening. But let us return for a brief space into the astle whence our hero has just succeeded in i¥ecting his escape. We left the Governor and 118 wife, their daughter, and the young ccclesiastic, ogether upon the landing; and the Signora Bel- uDO was a prey to the most intense anxiety—for ihe trembled lest every moment the door at the ottom of the staircase should open, and a trium- vhant voice should send the intelligence pealing ipward to the effect that the escaped prisoner was ‘ecaptured. In a fow minutes that door did open ; ind the woman Ursula began to ascend the etair- AG. ‘“‘ Any tidings?” demanded the Governor. Nothing faggurable, signor,” was the reply. ‘The prisoner oot yet found inside the castle— tor is he brought back from the outside.” “The outside!” ejaculated the Governor. “ I lo not believe he has reached the outside! You re sure, my dear,” he added, turning to his wife, AGNES; OR, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE. ~—— le that you and Roderige thoruvughly searched all eur apartments f”’ “Yos — that my brave mistress did!” said Ursula. ‘“ With a pistol in her hand ” ‘* Ah! Roderigo told me this,” said the Gover- nor; “and Iam proud of you,” he added, bend~ ing upon his wife a look of greater tenderness than had for some yoars relaxed the sternness of his features. “Roderigo assisted me in the search, every- where except just in our own bed-chamber. But I can assure you,” added the lady, with a swile, “that even there I did not incur any particular risk: for Roderigo remained just outside tbe threshold ” “ And you searched in the dressing-room ?” in- quired the Governor. | “ Yes—every where that I could think of.” ‘The wardrobe in the dressing-room ?” sug- gested the Governor inquiringly. His wife gave a start—and then said, “ No! not the wardrobe! It really escaped’ my thoughts -or else perhaps I knew itwas so full of your clothing, that ” ‘ The very place where the fellow might have hidden, and where he may be stall hiding !” ex- claimed theo Governor, flinging an angry Jook upon his wife, and forgetting that scarcely two minutes had elapsed since he had flung upon ber a glance of pride and approbation. Away sped the Governor, with his drawn sword in bis hand, towards the dressing-room; his wife, his daughter, the priest, and Ursula followed close behind. But Ursula found an opportunity to fling upon her mistress a significant look, which was as much as to imply that all had progressed favour- ably and that the object of her solicitude had suc- ceeded in effecting bis escape. The heart of the Signora Belluno bounded in her bosom with a sense of relief which appeared to transport her all in a moment from purgatory into paradise. The Governor of Bagno, with his drawn sword in one hand, and a candle which he had caught up in the other, rushed through the apartments and alung the corridor until he reached the bed- chamber. Ano ejaculation burst from his hips; the bedding was all in disorcer—appearances wero ominous! Another moment, and he was in the dressing-room. The draught from the open window almost blew out his candlo—ho tripped and nearly fell through his feet catching in the ecclesiastical garmonts which lay scattered on the floor—and it was litorally a yell of rage that camo forth from his tongue as he beheld the wardrobe duor standing wide open, and at a glanco missed a suit of uniform from the peg to which it was accustomed to hang! To be brief, it was only too evident that the prisoner had escaped ; and though Signora Belluno passed without sustaining the slightest tinge of suspicion, yet she had to endure all the ill-tempor of her husband, who was tremondously irritated at the idea that she should have forgotten to look ato the wardrobe,—*“ the very place,” as he said, “ where the cunning young follow was certain to hide bimself while the search was being insti- tuted {”’ NOG SS (CO