Emily could not suppress a heavy sigh. 'This, too, was
his favourite hour,' said she, as she gazed upon the long evening
shadows, stretched athwart the landscape. 'How deep the repose, how
lovely the scene! lovely and tranquil as in former days!'
Again she resisted the pressure of sorrow, till her ear caught the
gay melody of the dance, which she had so often listened to, as she
walked with St. Aubert, on the margin of the Garonne, when all her
fortitude forsook her, and she continued to weep, till the carriage
stopped at the little gate, that opened upon what was now her own
territory. She raised her eyes on the sudden stopping of the
carriage, and saw her father's old housekeeper coming to open the
gate. Manchon also came running, and barking before her; and when
his young mistress alighted, fawned, and played round her, gasping
with joy.
'Dear ma'amselle!' said Theresa, and paused, and looked as if she
would have offered something of condolement to Emily, whose tears now
prevented reply. The dog still fawned and ran round her, and then
flew towards the carriage, with a short quick bark.
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