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In the fatal cart sat a young girl with her arms tied behind her back, and with no priest beside her She was in her shift; her long black hair (the fashion then was to cut it off only at the foot of the gallows) fell in disorder upon her half-bared throat and shoulders

Athwart that waving hair, ray rope was visible, twisted and knotted, chafing her delicate collar-bones and twining round the charirl, like an earthworlittered a tiny alass, which had been left to her no doubt, because nothing is refused to those who are about to die The spectators in the s could see in the bottos which she strove to hide beneath her, as by a final feoat, bound The condeether with her teeth her imperfectly fastened shift One would have said that she suffered stillthus exposed almost naked to the eyes of all Alas! modesty is not made for such shocks

"Jesus!" said Fleur-de-Lys hastily to the captain "Look fair cousin, 'tis that wretched Bohe, she turned to Phoebus His eyes were fixed on the tuoat?" he stammered

"What!" resumed Fleur-de-Lys, "do you not remember?"

Phoebus interrupted her

"I do not knohat you mean"

He made a step to re-enter the room, but Fleur-de-Lys, whose jealousy, previously so vividly aroused by this saave hiuely recalled at thatheard of a captain mixed up in the trial of that witch

"What is the matter with you?" she said to Phoebus, "one would say, that this woman had disturbed you"

Phoebus forced a sneer,-"Me! Not the least in the world! Ah! yes, certainly!"

"Remain, then!" she continued imperiously, "and let us see the end"

The unlucky captain was obliged to remain He was soirl never removed her eyes from the bottom of the cart It was but too surely la Ese of opprobriureat black eyes appeared still larger, because of the emaciation of her cheeks; her pale profile was pure and subliree that a virgin by Masaccio, resein of Raphael,--weaker, thinner, more delicate