“ So I inspire you with horror?” he said at length.
She made no reply.
“ Do I inspire you with horror?” he repeated.
Her lips contracted, as though with a smile.
“ Yes,” said she, “the headsman scoffs at the condemned. Here he has been pursuing me, threatening me, terrifying me for months! Had it not been for him, my God, how happy it should have been! It was he who cast me into this abyss! Oh heavens! it was he who killed him! my Phœbus!”
Here, bursting into sobs, and raising her eyes to the priest,—
“ Oh! wretch, who are you? What have I done to you? Do you then, hate me so? Alas! what have you against me?”
“ I love thee!” cried the priest.
Her tears suddenly ceased, she gazed at him with the look of an i***t. He had fallen on his knees and was devouring her with eyes of fla
