Pierre, her lover and her pride,
lost,--lost to her forever! The blood of his father rising up
between them calling for vengeance upon Le Gardeur and invoking a
curse upon the whole house of Repentigny.
The heart of Amelie, but a few moments ago expanding with joy and
overflowing with the tenderest emotions of a loving bride, suddenly
collapsed and shrivelled like a leaf in the fire of this unlooked-
for catastrophe.
She stared wildly and imploringly in the countenances of her
trembling companions as if for help, but no human help could avail
her. She spake not, but uttering one long, agonizing scream, fell
senseless upon the bosom of Heloise de Lotbiniere, who, herself nigh
fainting, bore Amelie with the assistance of her friends to a couch,
where she lay unconscious of the tears and wailing that surrounded
her.
Marguerite de Repentigny with her weeping companions remained in the
chamber of Amelie, watching eagerly for some sign of returning
consciousness, and assiduously administering such restoratives as
were at hand.
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