bloodhounds; she was once happy; alas! pity her, since she feels to the very centre of her heart the change from joy to grief."
"Yet no harm will happen to her, at most a few months' imprisonment: if she dread death and pain, she will of course recant and be freed; what will she suffer for so short a time?"
"Fear; the worst of evils, far worse than death. I would fain persuade you to throw aside this hard-heartedness, which is not natural to you; moments are years, if they are lengthened out by pain; every minute that she lives in her dungeon is to her a living death of agony; but I will tell you her name,—at her request I wished to conceal it: but that will win you, if you are not already won by the sweet hope of saving one who suffers torments you can never know."
"Euthanasia, do not look so gloomily; I am not thinking of your heretic; I hesitate, that I may keep you here you have your will; I will never refuse a request of yours."
A smile of fleeting disdain passed over her countenance, "Nay, when you know who
