Zicci was left alone with the young Italian.

She had thrown aside her cloak and head-gear; her hair, somewhat dishevelled, fell down her ivory neck, which the dress partially displayed; she seemed, as she sat in that low and humble chamber, a very vision of light and glory.
Zicci gazed at her with an admiration mingled with compassion; he muttered a few words to himself, and then addressed her aloud:-- "Isabel di Pisani, I have saved you from a great peril,--not from dishonor only, but perhaps from death.

The Prince di--, under the weak government of a royal child and a venal administration, is a man above the law.

He is capable of every crime; but amongst his passions he has such prudence as belongs to ambition: if you were not to reconcile yourself to your shame, you would never enter the world again to tell your tale.

The ravisher has no heart for repentance, but he has a hand that can murder.