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"Well, yes, an assassin!" he said, "and I will have you You will not have me for your slave, you shall have me for youryou You will follow ed to follow me, or I will deliver you up! Youto the apostate! belong to the assassin! this very night, do you hear? Coirl! The toe His lewd lips reddened the young girl's neck She struggled in his arms He covered her with furious kisses

"Do not bite me, monster!" she cried "Oh! the foul, odiousit in thy face by the handful!"

He reddened, turned pale, then released her and gazed at her with a glooht herself victorious, and continued,-"I tell you that I belong to my Phoebus, that 'tis Phoebus whom I love, that 'tis Phoebus who is handsoave vent to a horrible cry, like the wretch to who his teeth She saw his terrible look and tried to fly He caught her once round, and walked with rapid strides towards the corner of the Tour- Roland, dragging her after hi there, he turned to her,-"For the last time, will you be mine?"

She replied with emphasis,-"No!"

Then he cried in a loud voice,-"Gudule! Gudule! here is the gypsy! take your vengeance!"

The young girl felt herself seized suddenly by the elbow She looked A fleshless ar in the wall, and held her like a hand of iron

"Hold her well," said the priest; "'tis the gypsy escaped Release her not I will go in search of the sergeants You shall see her hanged"

A guttural laugh replied from the interior of the wall to these bloody words--"Hah! hah! hah!"--The gypsy watched the priest retire in the direction of the Pont Notre-Dairl had recognized the spiteful recluse Panting with terror, she tried to disengage herself She writhed, she ony and despair, but the other held her with incredible strength The lean and bony fingers which bruised her, clenched on her flesh and met around it One would have said that this hand was riveted to her arm It wasof iron, it was a living pair of pincers endoith intelligence, which eed from the wall