Think you I too cannot see the gathering tempest?
for long I have watched it rise.

It may be that happiness is denied me; but yonder gurgling waters shall receive my body ere I become a lasting inmate of your gloomy cell.

My plan works well; even my wily Padre thinks me penitent for the past! But dearly have I bought my safety.

I have played false! lied! where is my conscience?
Have I one?
No, no! 'tis dead.

Dead from the hour I listened to the Padre's teachings! If there be a hereafter, and, oh! if there is a God, what will become of me ?" And the girl shuddered convulsively.
"Yet I have heard him lie.