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, while his eyes flahed with all the wildnes of phrenzy. His minions looked firt at their lord, and then at each other, with an expreion of urprie. In a few moments the baron recovered himelf, and continued the dicoure. “Do not be alarmed, my friends,” aid he, “a violent pain hot through my head, but it is gone; and I am well again. I thank you both for your fidelity: here is the reward which I promied you. This is but a mall part of what you hall receive when my happines is confirmed. Now that the hated Fitzalan is in my power, it will be a matter of very little difficulty to effect the completion of my wihes. To-morrow night you will proceed to execute the plan which I unfolded to you. Be faithful! and ret aured, that I will reward you beyond even the utmot extent of your hopes. Hugo! to your care I commit the man I detet. At preent you may both retire.” They bowed and obeyed.

When he was omewhat recovered from his tempet of paion and agony, Fitzalan roe from the ground, and with agitated teps paced his prion, carefully examining every corner of it, in expectation of dicovering ome outlet that might afford him the hope of ecape, though ever o ditant. His earch was not in vain. A part of the wall, when truck, returned a hollow ound; this proved to be a mall door, which he uppoed led to ome other of the dungeon under the catle. His heart roe on this dicovery. With an eager hand he fought to find the bolts or locks, but without effect; it appeared to be fatened on the other ide, and the maines of the plates of iron with which it was defended, mocked every attempt to procure a paage by force. It was not, however, till he was entirely worn out by the violence of his exertions, that Fitzalan deited from endeavouring to accomplih his purpoe. Baffled in all his efforts, and made more wretched by their failure, he threw himelf on his damp and half-decayed heap of traw. All was olemn ilence; except when it was broken by the rattling of his chains, or when the catle-bell in deep and ullen