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$80 Perpignan far away on the left,—while by a short reachad in Spain Julians was much exhausted: and though they @ dosen times during the journey, Dut to which she had received no «Now will you tell ma,” she said, in a peremptory and imperious voice, as if determined not to be put off any —*“will you tell me wherefore the officers of ‘ustice should have sought you—and why you fled them ?””’ “In a short time, Juliana,” responded her hus- y exciting for you presently,’ “Ahi I already feel a different being: it seems to me as if I had escaped from a gaol to breathe the fresh ‘air of freedom! Come on, Juliana dearest—come on, my gloriously handsome wife!—and in a brief space, soon after morning dawns, our destination will be reached !” “ Go we direct to your mansion ?”’ asked Juliana, somewhat encouraged, as well as to a certain de- gree of her fears, by the exuberant spirits which the Count de Toledo now displayed. “We go to our home, Juliana,” he responded ; _“and again make yourself happy with the aseur- ance that you will find persons there who will not fail to protect your husband.” “But if your estates have been confiscated,” aaid Julians, bewildered with her thoughts, “ were they not bestowed upon some one else? or have “No fear of all that!” cried the Count. “So long as I enjoy freedom, I defy the powers or the terrors of the law to prevent me from herefore her husband should have fled from the gendarmes: but there was now so much | and authority im his manner—he had assumed an air of so much conscious superiority and power, from | 1 boundary was crossed— the first moment that the the eastern extremity of the | Toledo, THE MYSTERIES OF THE OOURT. “Behold our home!” exclaimed fhe Count band, it was a miracle if if produced any revenues at all. “ Are we upon the soil that calle you lord F” she asked, with a strange and unaccountable “Yes: far as the eye can reach on every side !” that in compensation for this savage and unpro- ductive portion of the domain, there must be other parts well cultured and exceedingly They now entered the wood of cork-trees, and The immense lawn upon which she might look—the gravelled walk—the ariticial water—the fruit and flower gartens the outhouses for numerous dependants—the adjacent parks and pleasure-grounds— and the meadows covered with flocks and herds,—all the evidences, in short, of wealth—all the external show of luxury and comfort, which she had anticipated to behold ———where were they? She looked around in wild terror: there was something dismal and dreary, awful and dispiriting, in the aspect of the sombre wood—mean and sordid, poverty- and gaol-like, in the old ruined tower. “Where is your mansion P” she asked, hurriedly and excitedly, of her husband. “There—before you!” was his response, as he pointed to the tower. “That P’ shrieked forth Juliana, well nigh fall- wi onking_ peop “ And those people—those looking people?” she added, as several men Hl will ight for me until the death.” “Great God !” said Juliana, in a dying “ Who are you ?———Sipeak ! who are you P” “IT am Ramon de Collantes!” rejoined the false Count de Toledo: and his arm was at the same instant thrown round his wife’s form, as with a piercing shriek she was about to tumble headlong from her horse. ¢ _ _) [| @ (COL DOO ~~ —S CS (COL