'Tis needless to relate the progress and termination of her malady, or watch that expiring flame of life as it gasps and flickers. "They have always been so," she would murmur: "they never loved man or woman but they forsook them. Je me vengerai, O oui, je me vengerai! I know them all: I know them all: and I will go to my Lord Stair with the list. Don't tell me!