Chapter 28 A GRIM TEMPLE, A GRIM PRIEST, AND A SAD HEART.

"When true hearts lie wither'd

And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?"

Moore.

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Ethel, deeply muffled and disguised, passed through the little postern-gate of the fortress. A word in the ear of the sentinel who paced to and fro before it on guard, secured instant obedience. Ethel's position in t