Suddenly Antonia's eyes sparkled with celestial brightness: Her frame seemed to have received new strength and animation.

She started from her Lover's arms.
'Three o'clock!' She cried; 'Mother, I come!' She clasped her hands, and sank lifeless upon the ground.

Lorenzo in agony threw himself beside her: He tore his hair, beat his breast, and refused to be separated from the Corse.

At length his force being exhausted, He suffered himself to be led from the Vault, and was conveyed to the Palace de Medina scarcely more alive than the unfortunate Antonia.
In the meanwhile, though closely pursued, Ambrosio succeeded in regaining the Vault.

The Door was already fastened when Don Ramirez arrived, and much time elapsed, ere the Fugitive's retreat was discovered.