loosely over her head, and muffling her arms in it, stood at the door listening with breathless interest. The moment the noise ceased she glided from the room, ascended the stairs with incredible softness and silence, and was lost in the gloom above.
The room remained deserted for a quarter of an hour or more; the girl glided back with the same unearthly tread; and immediately afterwards the two men were heard descending. Monks went at once into the street, and the Jew crawled up stairs again for the money. When he returned, the girl was adjusting her shawl and bonnet, as if preparing to be gone.
"Why, Nance," exclaimed the Jew, starting back as he put down the candle, "how pale you are!"
"Pale!" echoed the girl, shading her eyes with her hands as if to look steadily at him.
"Quite horrible," said the Jew. "What have you been doing to yourself?"
"Nothing that I know of, except sitting in this close place for I don't know how long and
