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in my dream beheld him, he was indeed most noble.

Ost. (waving his hand impatiently.) Well, well! he did come, then, and she loved me no more.With arts and enchantments he besotted her.Even from her own lips I received

But what is all this to you? Maimed as he was, having lost his right arm in a battle with the Turks, I could not defy him to the field.After passing two nights in all the tossing agony of a damned spirit, I followed him on his journey 'cross the mountains.—On the twilight of the second day, I laid wait for him in a narrow pass; and as soon as his gigantic form darkened the path before meI have told you all.

Prior. (eagerly.) You have not told his name.

Ost. Did I not say Montera? He was a noble Hungarian.

Prior. (much agitated.) He was so!— He was so. He was noble and beloved.

Jer. (aside to Prior.) What is the matter with you, reverend Father? Was he your Friend?

Prior. (aside to Jerome.) Speak not to me now, but question the murderer as ye will.

Ben. (overhearing the Prior.) He is indeed a murderer, reverend Father, but he is our penitent.