Passing into a third room, they perceived the poor girl stretched on a couch placed in a recess at one side.

She heard their footsteps, and without raising her head, or looking towards them, said, in a weak but determined voice--"Tell your master I will see him no more.

The plague has again attacked me, and I am glad of it, for it will deliver me from him.

It will be useless to offer me any remedies, for I will not take them." "It is not Sir Paul Parravicin," replied the old woman.

"I have brought a stranger, with whose name I am unacquainted, to see you." "Then you have done very wrong," replied Nizza.