If you want to find her, you must search in the city or in the pest-house!" Prudence shuddered, and covered her face with her hands.
"O, my poor darling! so good and so beautiful.

Heaven might surely have spared her! Are you going to do nothing farther about it ?" "What can I do?
I have searched for her and have not found her, and what else remains ?" "Madame, you know everything--surely, surely you know where my poor little nursling is, among the rest." Again La Masque laughed--another of her low, sweet, derisive laughs.
"No such thing, Prudence.

If I did, I should have her here in a twinkling, depend upon--it.

However, it all comes to the same thing in the end.

She is probably dead by this time, and would have to be buried in the plague-pit, anyhow.