CHAPTER 7.X.
Quid mirare meas tot in uno corpore formas?
Propert.
(Why wonder that I have so many forms in a single body ?) Zanoni to Mejnour.
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"She is in one of their prisons,--their inexorable prisons.

It is Robespierre's order,--I have tracked the cause to Glyndon.

This, then, made that terrible connection between their fates which I could not unravel, but which (till severed as it now is) wrapped Glyndon himself in the same cloud that concealed her.

In prison,--in prison!--it is the gate of the grave! Her trial, and the inevitable execution that follows such trial, is the third day from this.

The tyrant has fixed all his schemes of slaughter for the 10th of Thermidor.