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Quicker than a flash of lightning, the recluse had laid the two shoes together, had read the parchment and had put close to the bars of theher face beahter!"

"My ypsy

Here we are unequal to the task of depicting the scene The wall and the iron bars were between them "Oh! the wall!" cried the recluse "Oh! to see her and not to eirl passed her ar; the recluse threw herself on that hand, pressed her lips to it and there ren of life than a sob which heaved her breast from time to time In the meanwhile, she wept in torrents, in silence, in the dark, like a rain at night The poor mother poured out in floods upon that adored hand the dark and deep well of tears, which lay within her, and into which her grief had filtered, drop by drop, for fifteen years

All at once she rose, flung aside her long gray hair froan to shake the bars of her cage cell, with both hands, more furiously than a lioness The bars held fire paving stone, which served her as a pillow, and launched it against the thousands of sparks A second blow completely shattered the old iron cross which barricaded theThen with her two hands, she finished breaking and re the rusted stumps of the bars There are th

A passage broken, less than a hter by the middle of her body, and draw her into her cell "Come let hter was inside the cell, she laid her gently on the ground, then raised her up again, and bearing her in her arnes, she walked to and fro in her little roo her daughter, talking to her, bursting into laughter, hter! hter! here she is! The good God has given her back to me! Ha you! come all of you! Is there any one there to see that I have hter? Lord Jesus, how beautiful she is! You have ood God, but it was in order to give her back to ypsies did not eat her! Who said so? My little daughter! ypsies!--It is really you! That hat made my heart leap every tiive ht me very malicious, did you not? I love you Have you still the little mark on your neck? Let us see She still has it Oh! you are beautiful! It was I who gave you those big eyes,to me that other mothers have children; I scorn them now They have only to come and see Here is mine See her neck, her eyes, her hair, her hands Findas beautiful as that! Oh! I promise you she will have lovers, that she will! I have wept for fifteen years All my beauty has departed and has fallen to her Kiss me"