Her brilliant, dark eyes, which bore the impress of some deep and burning passion, were crowned with eyebrows so perfectly arched that Nature herself seemed to have taken as much pains to form them as the Circassian women to pencil theirs artistically; but between them a slight fold revealed the powerful agitation within.

In her movements, however, and throughout her whole bearing, she affected perfect calm; her steps were slow and measured, and her beautiful hands were crossed on her bosom, as white and motionless as those of the marble statues joined in eternal prayer.
"See, aunt," ejaculated Martine, "see how Sister Agnes and Sister Claire are weeping, next to the Superior!" "Ay, niece, they weep because they are the prey of the demon." "Or rather," interposed the same manly voice that spoke before, "because they repent of having mocked Heaven." A deep silence now pervaded the multitude; not a word was heard, not a movement, hardly a breath.

Every one seemed paralyzed by some sudden enchantment, when, following the nuns, among four Penitents who held him in chains, appeared the Cure of the Church of Ste.

Croix, attired in his pastor's robe.

His was a noble, fine face, with grandeur in its whole expression, and gentleness in every feature.