Chapter LXIV.
Forest of Vincennes.
Avoiding the frequented track to Paris, Wallace (to whom Grimsby was
now a valuable auxiliary, he being well acquainted with the country)
took a sequestered path by the banks of the Marne, and entered the
Forest of Vincennes just as the moon set. Having ridden far, and
without cessation, the old soldier proposed their alighting, to allow
the lady an opportunity of reposing awhile under the trees. Helen was
indeed nearly exhausted, though the idea of her happy flight, by
inspiring her with a strength which surprised even herself, for a long
time had kept her insensible to fatigue. While her friends pressed on
with a speed which allowed no more conversation than occasional
inquiries of how she bore the journey, the swiftness of the motion and
the rapidity of the events which had brought her from the most
frightful of situations into one the dearest to her secret and
hardly-breathed wishes, so bewildered her faculties, that hse almost
feared she was only enjoying one of those dreams which since her
captivity had often mocked her with the image of Wallace and her
release; and every moment she dreaded to awake and find herself still a
prisoner to De Valence.
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