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At last the prisoner broke the silence

"Who are you?"

"A priest"

The words, the accent, the sound of his voice made her tremble

The priest continued, in a hollow voice,-"Are you prepared?"

"For what?"

"To die"

"Oh!" said she, "will it be soon?"

"To-morrow"

Her head, which had been raised with joy, fell back upon her breast

"'Tis very far away yet!" she murmured; "why could they not have done it to-day?"