"If she were a real queen, she could not act more naturally." Sir Norman smiled, and the count glanced at the audacious page, suspiciously; but Hubert's face was touching to witness, in its innocent unconsciousness.

Miranda, looking up at the same time, caught the young knight's eye, and made a motion for him to approach.

She held out both her hands to him as he came near, with the same look of dreadful delight.
"Sir Norman Kingsley, I am dying, and my last words are in thanksgiving to you for having thus avenged me!" "Let me hope you have many days to live yet, fair lady," said Sir Norman, with the same feeling of repulsion he had experienced in the dungeon.

"I am sorry you have been obliged to witness this terrible scene." "Sorry!" she cried, fiercely.

"Why, since the first hour I remember at all, I remember nothing that has given me such joy as what has passed now; my only regret is that I did not see them all die before my eyes! Sorry! I tell you I would not have missed it for ten thousand worlds!" "Madame, you must not talk like this!" said Sir Norman, almost sternly.
"Heaven forbid there should exist a woman who could rejoice in bloodshed and death.