ood Camilla, give me to drink, lest I expire before you!'

Fearing that surprize in her enfeebled state might be fatal, Lorenzo
was at a loss how to address her.

'It is not Camilla,' said He at length, speaking in a slow and gentle
voice.

'Who is it then?' replied the Sufferer: 'Alix, perhaps, or Violante.
My eyes are grown so dim and feeble that I cannot distinguish your
features. But whichever it is, if your breast is sensible of the least
compassion, if you are not more cruel than Wolves and Tigers, take pity
on my sufferings. You know that I am dying for want of sustenance.
This is the third day, since these lips have received nourishment. Do
you bring me food? Or come you only to announce my death, and learn
how long I have yet to exist in agony?'

'You mistake my business,' replied Lorenzo; 'I am no Emissary of the
cruel Prioress. I pity your sorrows, and come hither to relieve them.'

'To relieve them?' repeated the Captive; 'Said you, to relieve them?'

At the same time starting from the ground, and supporting herself upon
her hands, She gazed upon the Stranger earnestly.

'Great God! It is no illusion! A Man! Speak! Who are you? What
brings you hither? Come you to save me, to restore me to liberty, to
life and light? Oh! speak, speak quickly, lest I encourage an hope
whose disappointment will destroy me.'

'Be calm!' replied Lorenzo in a voice soothing and compassionate; 'The
Domina of whose cruelty you complain, has already paid the forfeit of
her offences: You have nothing more to fear from her.

A few minutes will restore you to liberty, and the embraces of your
Friends from whom you have been secluded. You may rely upon my
protection. Give me your hand, and be not fearful. Let me conduct you
where you may receive those attentions which your feeble state
requires.'

'Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!' cried the Prisoner with an exulting shriek;
'There is a God then, and a just one! Joy! Joy! I shall once more
breath the fresh air, and view the light of the glorious sunbeams! I
will go with you! Stranger, I will go with you! Oh! Heaven will bless
you for pitying an Unfortunate! But this too must go with me,' She
added pointing to the small bundle which She still clasped to her
bosom; 'I cannot part with this. I will bear it away: It shall
convince the world how dreadful are the abodes so falsely termed
religious. Good Stranger, lend me your hand to rise: I am faint with
want, and sor