obey her, and unable to endure her suspense till they returned, she went back with them to the monastery; but by the time she had reached it, she grew sick with apprehension that the ruffians had returned and finished their bloody work; and whilst the servants entered it, she was compelled to clasp her arms round a pillar at its door for support. Whilst she leaned here, a cry of horror reached her from the chapel, and her spirits grew fainter. "She is gone for ever!" she exclaimed, sinking upon the earth, no longer able to stand from the tremor that seized her. In a few minutes she heard the servants approaching; she then raised her head, and beheld two of them bearing out their lady. "Does she live?" asked Madeline.
"Live, (repeated the weeping Agatha), yes, dear Mam'selle, she still lives, and notwithstanding this dreadful accident, will live, I trust, for many years to come."—Relieved from the horrible fears which had overwhelmed her, Madeline again recovered
