"You are in good hands.

Every care shall be taken of you, and you shall be cured by Judith Malmayns." "She shall not come near me," rejoined Parravicin, faintly.

"You will take care of me ?" he added in an imploring tone, to Leonard.
"You appeal in vain to me," rejoined the apprentice, sternly.

"You are justly punished for your treatment of Nizza Macascree." "I am--I am," groaned Parravicin, "but she will be speedily avenged.

I shall soon join her in that pit." "She is not there," replied Leonard, bitterly, "She is fast recovering from the plague." "Is she not dead ?" demanded Parravicin, with frightful eagerness.