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"Hah!" she cried, with her hands on her eyes, and a convulsive tre, "'tis the priest!"

Then she dropped her arement, and reround, azed at her with the eye of a hahich has long been soaring in a circle fro in the wheat, and has long been silently contracting the forht, and has suddenly swooped down upon his prey like a flash of lightning, and holds it panting in his talons

She began to murmur in a low voice,-"Finish! finish! the last blow!" and she drew her head down in terror between her shoulders, like the la the blow of the butcher's axe

"So I inspire you with horror?" he said at length

She made no reply

"Do I inspire you with horror?" he repeated

Her lips contracted, as though with a smile

"Yes," said she, "the headsme for months! Had it not been for him, my God, how happy it should have been! It was he who cast me into this abyss! Oh heavens! it was he who killed hi her eyes to the priest,-"Oh! wretch, who are you? What have I done to you? Do you then, hate ainst me?"

"I love thee!" cried the priest

Her tears suddenly ceased, she gazed at him with the look of an idiot He had fallen on his knees and was devouring her with eyes of flaain

"What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder

He resumed,-"The love of a damned soul"

Both reht of their emotions; he maddened, she stupefied

"Listen," said the priest at last, and a singular calm had come over him; "you shall know all I am about to tell you that which I have hitherto hardly dared to say toht when it is so dark that it seeer saw us Listen Before I knew you, young girl, I was happy"

"So was I!" she sighed feebly