His cowl was closely drawn, and a black robe, of the coarsest serge, was secured round his waist by a hempen cord.

Whether he had indeed spoken the words she had heard in her dream Marie could not tell, for they were not repeated.

She saw him approach her, and she felt his strong grasp lift her from the couch, which sprung up, by the touch of some secret spring, to the place whence it had descended; and she heard no more.
[Footnote A: I may be accused in this scene, of too closely imitating a somewhat similar occurrence in Anne of Geirstein.

Such seeming plagiarism was scarcely possible to be avoided, when the superstitious proceedings of the _vehmic_ tribunal of Germany and the _secret_ Inquisition of Spain are represented by history as so very similar.].