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She closed the door, and paused to listen. The voices grew louder, and

more distinct, and at last approached so near, that she distinguished

what was said. Above the rest she heard the voice of the duke. 'It is

impossible she can have quitted the cavern,' said he, 'and I will not

leave it till I have found her. Seek to the left of that rock, while I

examine beyond this point.'

These words were sufficient for Julia; she fled from the door across

the cavern before her, and having ran a considerable way, without

coming to a termination, stopped to breathe. All was now still, and as

she looked around, the gloomy obscurity of the place struck upon her

fancy all its horrors. She imperfectly surveyed the vastness of the

cavern in wild amazement, and feared that she had precipitated herself

again into the power of banditti, for whom along this place appeared a

fit receptacle. Having listened a long time without hearing a return

of voices, she thought to find the door by which she had entered, but

the gloom, and vast extent of the cavern, made the endeavour hopeless,

and the attempt unsuccessful. Having wandered a considerable time

through the void, she gave up the effort, endeavoured to resign

herself to her fate, and to compose her distracted thoughts. The

remembrance of her former wonderful escape inspired her with

confidence in the mercy of God. But Hippolitus and Ferdinand were now

both lost to her--lost, perhaps, for ever--and the uncertainty of

their fate gave force to fancy, and poignancy to sorrow.

Towards morning grief yielded to nature, and Julia sunk to repose. She

was awakened by the sun, whose rays darting obliquely through the

opening in the rock, threw a partial light across the cavern. Her

senses were yet bewildered by sleep, and she started in affright on

beholding her situation; as recollection gradually stole upon her

mind, her sorrows returned, and she sickened at the fatal retrospect.

She arose, and renewed her search for an outlet. The light, imperfect

as it was, now assisted her, and she found a door, which she perceived

was not the one by which she had entered. It was firmly fastened; she

discovered, however, the bolts and the lock that held it, and at

length unclosed the door. It opened upon a dark passage, which she

entered. She groped along the winding walls for some time, when she perceived

the way was obstructed. She now discovered that another door

interrupted her progress, and sought for the bolts which might fasten

it. These she found; and strengthened by desparation forced them back.

The door opened, and she beheld in a small room, which received its

feeble light from a window above, the pale and emaciated figure of a

woman, seated, with half-closed eyes, in a kind of elbow-chair. On

perceiving Julia, she started from her seat, and her countenance

expressed a wild surprise. Her features, which were worn by sorrow,

still retained the traces of beauty, and in her air was a mild dignity

that excited in Julia an involuntary veneration.