“‘What have you done to me?’ you say! Ah! what have you done to me, gypsy! Well! listen. — I had a child! you see! I had a child! a child, I tell you! — a pretty little girl! — my Agnes!” she went on wildly, kissing something in the dark. — “Well!

do you see, daughter of Egypt? they took my child from me; they stole my child; they ate my child. That is what you have done to me.”

The young girl replied like a lamb, —

“Alas! perchance I was not born then!”

“Oh! yes!” returned the recluse, “you must have been born. You were among them. She would be the same age as you! so! — I have been here fifteen years; fifteen