He trembled at the spectacle; He grew sick at heart: His strength failed him, and his limbs were unable to support his weight.

He was obliged to lean against the low Wall which was near him, unable to go forward, or to address the Sufferer.

She cast her eyes towards the Staircase: The Wall concealed Lorenzo, and She observed him not.
'No one comes!' She at length murmured.
As She spoke, her voice was hollow, and rattled in her throat: She sighed bitterly.
'No one comes!' She repeated; 'No! They have forgotten me! They will come no more!' She paused for a moment: Then continued mournfully.
'Two days! Two long, long days, and yet no food! And yet no hope, no comfort! Foolish Woman! How can I wish to lengthen a life so wretched! Yet such a death! O! God! To perish by such a death! To linger out such ages in torture! Till now, I knew not what it was to hunger! Hark! No.

No one comes! They will come no more!' She was silent.

She shivered, and drew the rug over her naked shoulders.
'I am very cold! I am still unused to the damps of this dungeon! 'Tis strange: But no matter.