"I can listen to this no longer.

Help, Mr.
Catesby, help!" "The knife is at my breast--it pierces my flesh--my heart is torn forth--I die! I die!" And he uttered a dreadful groan.
"What has happened ?" cried Catesby, rushing into the room.

"Is he dead ?" "I fear so," replied Viviana; "and his end has been a fearful one." "No--no," said Catesby; "his pulse still beats--but fiercely and feverishly.

You had better not remain here longer, Miss Radcliffe.

I will watch over him.