Give me your hand, and be not fearful.

Let me conduct you where you may receive those attentions which your feeble state requires.' 'Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!' cried the Prisoner with an exulting shriek; 'There is a God then, and a just one! Joy! Joy! I shall once more breath the fresh air, and view the light of the glorious sunbeams! I will go with you! Stranger, I will go with you! Oh! Heaven will bless you for pitying an Unfortunate! But this too must go with me,' She added pointing to the small bundle which She still clasped to her bosom; 'I cannot part with this.

I will bear it away: It shall convince the world how dreadful are the abodes so falsely termed religious.

Good Stranger, lend me your hand to rise: I am faint with want, and sorrow, and sickness, and my forces have quite forsaken me! So, that is well!' As Lorenzo stooped to raise her, the beams of the Lamp struck full upon his face.
'Almighty God!' She exclaimed; 'Is it possible! That look! Those features! Oh! Yes, it is, it is .....' She extended her arms to throw them round him; But her enfeebled frame was unable to sustain the emotions which agitated her bosom.

She fainted, and again sank upon the bed of straw.
Lorenzo was surprized at her last exclamation.