Miranda, looking up at the same time,
caught the young knight's eye, and made a motion for him to
approach. She held out both her hands to him as he came near,
with the same look of dreadful delight.
"Sir Norman Kingsley, I am dying, and my last words are in
thanksgiving to you for having thus avenged me!"
"Let me hope you have many days to live yet, fair lady," said Sir
Norman, with the same feeling of repulsion he had experienced in
the dungeon. "I am sorry you have been obliged to witness this
terrible scene."
"Sorry!" she cried, fiercely. "Why, since the first hour I
remember at all, I remember nothing that has given me such joy as
what has passed now; my only regret is that I did not see them
all die before my eyes! Sorry! I tell you I would not have
missed it for ten thousand worlds!"
"Madame, you must not talk like this!" said Sir Norman, almost
sternly. "Heaven forbid there should exist a woman who could
rejoice in bloodshed and death. You do not, I know. You wrong
yourself and your own nature in saying so. Be calm, now; do not
excite yourself. You shall come with us, and be properly cared
for; and I feel certain you have a long and happy life before you
yet.
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