and penetrating, discovered little of gentle or feminine
expression, but sparkled and fired restlessly in their sockets: her lips
curled and quivered as she sought words, for some time in vain, in which
to address the false, base knight.

Fleetword was the first to speak.

"In the name of the Lord, I charge thee, avoid our path, young maniac!
for, of a truth, there is little sobriety, little steadiness, in thy
look, which savoureth neither of peace nor contentment. What wouldst
thou with my friend?--This is his bridal-day, and he has no leisure for
such as thee."

"The devil take thee with him, thou everlasting pestilence!" exclaimed
Burrell to the preacher, fiercely, forgetting all moderation in the
excess of his passion; for at the word "bridal" a change as awful as can
be imagined to shadow the face of woman rested on the countenance of
Zillah. "Avoid me, both of ye!" he continued; "and you, young sir, who
so eagerly rush upon your own destruction, avoid me especially: the time
for trifling is past!"

During this burst of rage, the Jewess kept her eyes steadily fixed upon
Burrell, and held her hand within the bosom of her vest. When he paused,
she addressed him at first in broken English, and then finding that she
could not proceed with the eagerness and fluency her case required, she
spoke in French.

She first appealed to her seducer's honour; referred to his marriage
with her; called to mind his protestations of affection, and used all
the entreaties which a woman's heart so naturally suggests, to arouse
his better feelings on her behalf. All was in vain; for Burrell parried
it all, managing to recover his self-possession while she exhausted
herself with words. She then vowed that, if he failed to render her
justice, she would, as she had threatened at a former time, throw
herself, and the proofs she possessed of his villany, at the Protector's
feet, and be his ruin. Sir Willmott then sought to temporise, assured
her that it was necessity obliged him to forsake her; and would have
persuaded her to meet him or go with him into the house, where, he
assured her, he could perhaps arrange--perhaps----

"No," she replied, in the less strong, but more poetic language of
France, "I will go under no roof with you, I will exchange no token, no
pledge with you. I believe you would follow me to the death; and if you
fail to do me justice, I will pursue you to the same, and not you alone.
No woman but myself shall ever