How wild, too, is his gaze!" "I tell you he is dancing with a very beautiful woman in the habit of a nun," said Mistress Nutter.

"Strange I should never have remarked her before.

No one in the room is to be compared with her in loveliness--not even Alizon.

Her eyes seem to flash fire, and she bounds like the wild roe." "Does she resemble the portrait of Isole de Heton ?" asked Richard, shuddering.
"She does--she does," replied Mistress Nutter.

"See! she whirls past us now." "I can see no one but Nicholas," cried Richard.
"Nor I," added Alizon, who shared in the young man's alarm.
"Are you sure you behold that figure ?" said Richard, drawing Mistress Nutter aside, and breathing the words in her ear.