It is the Festival of St.Clare: There will be a procession of Nuns by torch-light, and I shall be among them.

Beware not to let your intention be known: Should a syllable be dropt to excite the Domina's suspicions, you will never hear of me more.

Be cautious, if you prize the memory of Agnes, and wish to punish her Assassins.

I have that to tell, will freeze your blood with horror.

St.Ursula.
No sooner had the Marquis read the note than He fell back upon his pillow deprived of sense or motion.