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"Well, sister, rejoice," said the priest, icy as a sepulchral statue; "that is the one whom you are about to see die"

His head fell upon his bosom and he moved sloay

The recluse writhed her arms with joy

"I predicted it for her, that she would ascend thither! Thanks, priest!" she cried

And she began to pace up and doith long strides before the grating of her , her hair dishevelled, her eyes flashing, with her shoulder striking against the wall, with the wild air of a fe been fa near