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Chapter III.9
Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land,
For many a long month lost in snow profound,
When Sol from Cancer sends the seasons bland,
And in their northern cave the storms hath bound;
From silent mountains, straight, with startling sound,
Torrents are hurl'd, green hills emerge, and lo,
The trees with foliage, cliffs with flow'rs are crown'd;
Pure rills through vales of verdure warbling go;
And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heart o'erflow.
Several of her succeeding days passed in suspense, for Ludovico could only learn from
the soldiers, that there was a prisoner in the apartment, described to him by Emily, and
that he was a Frenchman, whom they had taken in one of their skirmishes, with a party of
his countrymen. During this interval, Emily escaped the persecutions of Bertolini, and
Verezzi, by confining herself to her apartment; except that sometimes, in an evening, she
ventured to walk in the adjoining corridor. Montoni appeared to respect his last promise,
though he had prophaned his first; for to his protection only could she attribute her
present repose; and in this she was now so secure, that she did not wish to leave the
castle, till she could obtain some certainty concerning Valancourt; for which she waited,
indeed, without any sacrifice of her own comfort, since no circumstance had occurred to
make her escape probable.
On the fourth day, Ludovico informed her, that he had hopes of being admitted to the
presence of the prisoner; it being the turn of a soldier, with whom he had been for some
time familiar, to attend him on the following night. He was not deceived in his hope; for,
under pretence of carrying in a pitcher of water, he entered the prison, though, his
prudence having prevented him from telling the sentinel the real motive of his visit, he
was obliged to make his conference with the prisoner a very short one.
Emily awaited the result in her own apartment, Ludovico having promised to accompany
Annette to the corridor, in the evening; where, after several hours impatiently counted, he
arrived. Emily, having then uttered the name of Valancourt, could articulate no more, but
hesitated in trembling expectation. 'The Chevalier would not entrust me with his name,
Signora,' replied Ludovico; 'but, when I just mentioned yours, he seemed overwhelmed
with joy, though he was not so much surprised as I expected.' 'Does he then remember
me?' she exclaimed.
'O! it is Mons. Valancourt,' said Annette, and looked impatiently at Ludovico, who
understood her look, and replied to Emily: 'Yes, lady, the Chevalier does, indeed,
remember you, and, I am sure, has a very great regard for you, and I made bold to say