'Ah,
ma'amselle!--my poor master!' said Theresa, whose feelings were more
awakened than her delicacy, 'Manchon's gone to look for him.' Emily
sobbed aloud; and, on looking towards the carriage, which still stood
with the door open, saw the animal spring into it, and instantly leap
out, and then with his nose on the ground run round the horses.
'Don't cry so, ma'amselle,' said Theresa, 'it breaks my heart to see
you.' The dog now came running to Emily, then returned to the
carriage, and then back again to her, whining and discontented.
'Poor rogue!' said Theresa, 'thou hast lost thy master, thou mayst
well cry! But come, my dear young lady, be comforted. What shall I
get to refresh you?' Emily gave her hand to the old servant, and
tried to restrain her grief, while she made some kind enquiries
concerning her health. But she still lingered in the walk which led
to the chateau, for within was no person to meet her with the kiss of
affection; her own heart no longer palpitated with impatient joy to
meet again the well-known smile, and she dreaded to see objects,
which would recall the full remembrance of her former happiness.
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