Gradually and softly, her quickening respiration fluttered a thin lock of hair that had fallen over her face.

A little interval more, and then the closed, peaceful eyes suddenly opened, and glance quickly round the tent with a wild expression of bewilderment and terror.

Then, as Goisvintha rose, and attempted to place her on a seat, she tore herself from her grasp, looked on her for a moment with fearful intentness, and then falling on her knees, murmured, in a plaintive voice,-- 'Have mercy upon me.

I am forsaken by my father,--I know not why.

The gates of the city are shut against me.