“What other?”

“The young one.”

She began to shake her head, crying, —

“There is no one! there is no one!

there is no one!”

“Yes, there is!” retorted the hangman, “and you know it well. Let me take the young one. I have no wish to harm you.”

She said, with a strange sneer, —

“Ah! so you have no wish to harm me!”

“Let me have the other, madam; ‘tis monsieur the provost who wills it.”

She repeated with a look of madness, —