"It will depend upon yourself whether your accommodations are better hereafter." With this, he quitted the cell with his attendants, and barred the door outside.
Left alone, Viviana, who had hitherto restrained her anguish, suffered it to find vent in tears.

Never had she felt so utterly forlorn and desolate.

All before her was threatening and terrible, full of dangers, real and imaginary; nor could she look back upon her past career without something like remorse.
"Oh, that Heaven would take me to itself!" she murmured, clasping her hands in an agony of distress, "for I feel unequal to my trials.

Oh, that I had perished with my dear father! For what dreadful fate am I reserved ?--Torture,--I will bear it, if I _can_.

But death by the hands of the public executioner,--it is too horrible to think of! Is there no way to escape _that_ ?" As this hideous thought occurred to her, she uttered a loud and prolonged scream, and fell senseless on the floor.