hand；　struck　her　full　upon　the　temple。　　She　sank　upon　the　ground
  bathed　in　blood；　and　in　a　few　minutes　terminated　her　miserable
  existence。　Yet　though　She　no　longer　felt　their　insults；　the
  Rioters　still　exercised　their　impotent　rage　upon　her　lifeless
  body。　　They　beat　it；　trod　upon　it；　and　ill…used　it；　till　it
  became　no　more　than　a　mass　of　flesh；　unsightly；　shapeless；　and
  disgusting。
  Unable　to　prevent　this　shocking　event；　Lorenzo　and　his　Friends
  had　beheld　it　with　the　utmost　horror：　　But　they　were　rouzed　from
  their　compelled　inactivity；　on　hearing　that　the　Mob　was　attacking
  the　Convent　of　St。　Clare。　　The　incensed　Populace；　confounding　the
  innocent　with　the　guilty；　had　resolved　to　sacrifice　all　the　Nuns
  of　that　order　to　their　rage；　and　not　to　leave　one　stone　of　the
  building　upon　another。　　Alarmed　at　this　intelligence；　they
  hastened　to　the　Convent；　resolved　to　defend　it　if　possible；　or　at
  least　to　rescue　the　Inhabitants　from　the　fury　of　the　Rioters。
  Most　of　the　Nuns　had　fled；　but　a　few　still　remained　in　their
  habitation。　　Their　situation　was　truly　dangerous。　　However；　as
  they　had　taken　the　precaution　of　fastening　the　inner　Gates；　with
  this　assistance　Lorenzo　hoped　to　repel　the　Mob；　till　Don　Ramirez
  should　return　to　him　with　a　more　sufficient　force。
  Having　been　conducted　by　the　former　disturbance　to　the　distance
  of　some　Streets　from　the　Convent；　He　did　not　immediately　reach
  it：　　When　He　arrived；　the　throng　surrounding　it　was　so　excessive
  as　to　prevent　his　approaching　the　Gates。　　In　the　interim；　the
  Populace　besieged　the　Building　with　persevering　rage：　　They
  battered　the　walls；　threw　lighted　torches　in　at　the　windows；　and
  swore　that　by　break　of　day　not　a　Nun　of　St。　Clare's　order　should
  be　left　alive。　　Lorenzo　had　just　succeeded　in　piercing　his　way
  through　the　Crowd；　when　one　of　the　Gates　was　forced　open。　　The
  Rioters　poured　into　the　interior　part　of　the　Building；　where　they
  exercised　their　vengeance　upon　every　thing　which　found　itself　in
  their　passage。　　They　broke　the　furniture　into　pieces；　tore　down
  the　pictures；　destroyed　the　reliques；　and　in　their　hatred　of　her
  Servant　forgot　all　respect　to　the　Saint。　　Some　employed
  themselves　in　searching　out　the　Nuns；　Others　in　pulling　down
  parts　of　the　Convent；　and　Others　again　in　setting　fire　to　the
  pictures　and　valuable　furniture　which　it　contained。　　These
  Latter　produced　the　most　decisive　desolation：　　Indeed　the
  consequences　of　their　action　were　more　sudden　than　themselves
  had　expected　or　wished。　　The　Flames　rising　from　the　burning　piles
  caught　part　of　the　Building；　which　being　old　and　dry；　the
  conflagration　spread　with　rapidity　from　room　to　room。　The　Walls
  were　soon　shaken　by　the　devouring　element：　The　Columns　gave　way：
  The　Roofs　came　tumbling　down　upon　the　Rioters；　and　crushed　many
  of　them　beneath　their　weight。　　Nothing　was　to　be　heard　but
  shrieks　and　groans；　The　Convent　was　wrapped　in　flames；　and　the
  whole　presented　a　scene　of　devastation　and　horror。
  Lorenzo　was　shocked　at　having　been　the　cause；　however　innocent；
  of　this　frightful　disturbance：　　He　endeavoured　to　repair　his
  fault　by　protecting　the　helpless　Inhabitants　of　the　Convent。　　He
  entered　it　with　the　Mob；　and　exerted　himself　to　repress　the
  prevailing　Fury；　till　the　sudden　and　alarming　progress　of　the
  flames　compelled　him　to　provide　for　his　own　safety。　　The　People
  now　hurried　out；　as　eagerly　as　they　had　before　thronged　in；　But
  their　numbers　clogging　up　the　doorway；　and　the　fire　gaining　upon
  them　rapidly；　many　of　them　perished　ere　they　had　time　to　effect
  their　escape。　　Lorenzo's　good　fortune　directed　him　to　a　small
  door　in　a　farther　Aisle　of　the　Chapel。　　The　bolt　was　already
  undrawn：　　He　opened　the　door；　and　found　himself　at　the　foot　of
  St。　Clare's　Sepulchre。
  Here　He　stopped　to　breathe。　　The　Duke　and　some　of　his　Attendants
  had　followed　him；　and　thus　were　in　security　for　the　present。
  They　now　consulted；　what　steps　they　should　take　to　escape　from
  this　scene　of　disturbance：　But　their　deliberations　were
  considerably　interrupted　by　the　sight　of　volumes　of　fire　rising
  from　amidst　the　Convent's　massy　walls；　by　the　noise　of　some　heavy
  Arch　tumbling　down　in　ruins；　or　by　the　mingled　shrieks　of　the
  Nuns　and　Rioters；　either　suffocating　in　the　press；　perishing　in
  the　flames；　or　crushed　beneath　the　weight　of　the　falling　Mansion。
  Lorenzo　enquired；　whither　the　Wicket　led？　　He　was　answered；　to
  the　Garden　of　the　Capuchins；　and　it　was　resolved　to　explore　an
  outlet　upon　that　side。　　Accordingly　the　Duke　raised　the　Latch；
  and　passed　into　the　adjoining　Cemetery。　　The　Attendants　followed
  without　ceremony。　　Lorenzo；　being　the　last；　was　also　on　the　point
  of　quitting　the　Colonnade；　when　He　saw　the　door　of　the　Sepulchre
  opened　softly。　　Someone　looked　out；　but　on　perceiving　Strangers
  uttered　a　loud　shriek；　started　back　again；　and　flew　down　the
  marble　Stairs。
  'What　can　this　mean？'　cried　Lorenzo；　'Here　is　some　mystery
  concealed。　　Follow　me　without　delay！'
  Thus　saying；　He　hastened　into　the　Sepulchre；　and　pursued　the
  person　who　continued　to　fly　before　him。　　The　Duke　knew　not　the
  cause　of　his　exclamation；　but　supposing　that　He　had　good　reasons
  for　it；　he　followed　him　without　hesitation。　　The　Others　did　the
  same；　and　the　whole　Party　soon　arrived　at　the　foot　of　the　Stairs。
  The　upper　door　having　been　left　open；　the　neighbouring　flames
  darted　from　above　a　sufficient　light　to　enable　Lorenzo's　catching
  a　glance　of　the　Fugitive　running　through　the　long　passages　and
  distant　Vaults：　　But　when　a　sudden　turn　deprived　him　of　this
  assistance；　total　darkness　succeeded；　and　He　could　only　trace　the
  object　of　his　enquiry　by　the　faint　echo　of　retiring　feet。　　The
  Pursuers　were　now　compelled　to　proceed　with　caution：　　As　well　as
  they　could　judge；　the　Fugitive　also　seemed　to　slacken　pace；　for
  they　heard　the　steps　follow　each　other　at　longer　intervals。　　They
  at　length　were　bewildered　by　the　Labyrinth　of　passages；　and
  dispersed　in　various　directions。　　Carried　away　by　his　eagerness
  to　clear　up　this　mystery；　and　to　penetrate　into　which　He　was
  impelled　by　a　movement　secret　and　unaccountable；　Lorenzo　heeded
  not　this　circumstance　till　He　found　himself　in　total　solitude。
  The　noise　of　footsteps　had　ceased。　　All　was　silent　around；　and
  no　clue　offered　itself　to　guide　him　to　the　flying　Person。　　He
  stopped　to　reflect　on　the　means　most　likely　to　aid　his　pursuit。
  He　was　persuaded　that　no　common　cause　would　have　induced　the
  Fugitive　to　seek　that　dreary　place　at　an　hour　so　unusual：　　The
  cry　which　He　had　heard；　seemed　uttered　in　a　voice　of　terror；　and
  He　was　convinced　that　some　mystery　was　attached　to　this　event。
  After　some　minutes　past　in　hesitation　He　continued　to　proceed；
  feeling　his　way　along　the　walls　of　the　passage。　　He　had　already
  past　some　time　in　this　slow　progress；　when　He　descried　a　spark　of
  light　glimmering　at　a　distance。　　Guided　by　this　observation；　and
  having　drawn　his　sword；　He　bent　his　steps　towards　the　place；
  whence　the　beam　seemed　to　be　emitted。
  It　proceeded　from　the　Lamp　which　flamed　before　St。　Clare's
  Statue。　　Before　it　stood　several　Females；　their　white　Garments
  streaming　in　the　blast；　as　it　howled　along　the　vaulted　dungeons。
  Curious　to　know　what　had　brought　them　together　in　this　melancholy
  spot；　Lorenzo　drew　near　with　precaution。　　The　Strangers　seemed
  earnestly　engaged　in　conversation。　　They　heard　not　Lorenzo's
  steps；　and　He　approached　unobserved；　till　He　could　hear　their
  voices　distinctly。
  'I　protest；'　continued　She　who　was　speaking　when　He　arrived；　and
  to　whom　the　rest　were　listening　with　great　attention；　'I　protest；
  that　I　saw　them　with　my　own　eyes。　　I　flew　down　the　steps；　They
  pursued　me；　and　I　escaped　falling　into　their　hands　with
  difficulty。　　Had　it　not　been　for　the　Lamp；　I　should　never　have
  found　you。'
  'And　what　could　bring　them　hither？'　said　another　in　a　trembling
  voice；　'Do　you　think　that　they　were　looking　for　us？'
  'God　grant　that　my　fears　may　be　false；'　rejoined　the　First；　'But
  I　doubt　they　are　Murderers！　　If　they　discover　us；　we　are　lost！
  As　for　me；　my　fate　is　certain：　　My　affinity　to　the　Prioress　will
  be　a　sufficient　crime　to　condemn　me；　and　though　till　now　these
  Vaults　have　afforded　me　a　retreat。　。　。　。　。　。　。'
  Here　looking　up；　her　eye　fell　upon　Lorenzo；　who　had　continued　to
  approach　softly。
  'The　Murderers！'　She　cried
  She　started　away　from　the　Statue's　Pedestal　on　which　She　had　been
  seated；　and　attempted　to　escape　by　flight。　　Her　Companions　at　the
  same　moment　uttered　a　terrified　scream；　while　Lorenzo　arrested
  the　Fugitive　by　the　arm。　　Frightened　and　desperate　She　sank　upon
  her　knees　before　him。
  'Spare　me！'　She　exclaimed；　'For　Christ's　sake；　spare　me！　　I　am
  innocent；　indeed；　I　am！'
  While　She　spoke；　her　voice　was　almost　choaked　with　fear。　　The
  beams　of　the　Lamp　darting　full　upon　her　face　which　was　unveiled；
  Lorenzo　recognized　the　beautiful　Virginia　de　Villa…Franca。　　He
  hastened　to　raise　her　from　the　ground；　and　besought　her　to　take
  courage。　　He　promised　to　protect　her　from　the　Rioters；　assured
  her　that　her　retreat　was　still　a　secret；　and　that　She　might
  depend　upon　his　readiness　to　defend　her　to　the　last　drop　of　his
  blood。　　During　this　conversation；　the　Nuns　had　thrown　themselves
  into　various　attit