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THE STATUE ON THE PROMONTORY.
The little lady was soon bowing to respectful salutations from crowds of rustics and others on a broad carriage-way circling level with the height.

I could not help thinking how doubly foreign I was to all the world here--I who was about to set eyes on my lost living father, while these people were tip-toe to gaze on a statue.

But as my father might also be taking an interest in the statue, I got myself round to a moderate sentiment of curiosity and a partial share of the general excitement.

Temple and mademoiselle did most of the conversation, which related to glimpses of scenery, pine, oak, beech-wood, and lake-water, until we gained the plateau where the tower stood, when the giant groom trotted to the front, and worked a clear way for us through a mass of travelling sight-seers, and she leaned to me, talking quite inaudibly amid the laughter and chatting.