ABSTRACT
The Albinois Bindo had been greatly struck by the appearance of Beatrice. Euthanasia had departed, leaving Beatrice far calmer than she had before been since her release from prison. Beatrice was easily led; but she had no command over herself; and, the moment she was left to her own guidance, she was hurried away by the slightest impression. Beatrice was left alone to her own reflections for the whole evening; they were ever dreadful, except when the vivacity of her imagination mingled rainbows with the tempest. Beatrice shivered; her face was deadly pale, and her eyes were glazed by fear. The witch had tuned her instrument, and she proceeded to play on it with a master’s hand. The witch returned,/joyful to think that she had now obtained an instrument for some of her projects.
