"But, Vergine Santissima! it is the truth.

Madonna Paola, that sweet angel of God, lies cold and stiff.

They found her so this morning." "God of Heaven!" I cried out, and leaving him abruptly I dashed down the steps.
Scarce knowing what I did, acting upon an impulsive instinct that was as irresistible as it was unreasoning, I made for the apartments of Madonna Paola.

In the antechamber I found a crowd assembled, and on every face was pallid consternation written.

Of my own countenance I had a glimpse in a mirror as I passed; it was ashen, and my hollow eyes were wild as a madman's.
Someone caught me by the arm.