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68 ‘ GIDEON GODPBOLD. A cry of agony escaped from Alice as she witnessed this violence, and she looked reproachfully upon the old man as she beheld his victim prostrate upon the ground. He saw the misplaced sympathy in that angel-face, and saying: “Lady, she and her gang had planned your ruin and my death,” he led Alice forth, and closed the cottage-door. Alice said nothing, ut followed where he guided. His conduct had become as much a matter of astonishment to her, as that of the gang whose den they had just quitted was of fear. She had remarked, with amazement, the alternations from the feebleness of extreme age to the proud strength of able manhood—and that although her guide seemed to depend much upon his staff as a means of progress, be yet had leaped out and in at the window without unusual effort. But she found that his exertions were all for her security and defense, and he commanded all the gratitude of her heart. After penetrating into the very depths of the forest, the old man suggested rest. He collected large quantities of dried leaves and mosses, and placing them in an arbor formed of wild shrubs and bushes thickly entangled, he spread upon them an ample cloak, and requested Alicc w take some repose. The luxurious softness of her couch, and the soporific herbe with which her adroit upholsterer had composed her pil) w, soon lulled her into a tranquil and balmy siv-~%er. ‘ CHAPTER X. THE UNMASKING. Ir was two hours after mid-day when Alice awoke ; and ‘go dark was her sylvan chamber, and so profoundly silent the surrounding forest, that.even then she felt indisposed to rise from a repose so grateful. Nature seemed, like herself, unwil- Iing to arouse from slumber, for was no sound louder than a fa!'ing leaf, until a footstep approached, which proved to be that of her trusty guard, for soon a tremulous voicq speaking through her foliaged dormitory, said : Copmiclooolks.conrn