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AGNES; OR, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE, ' $45 CSET A ainteemesesnnnen een erty s but at this instant cne of the ushors who were placed near the door, advanced on tiptoe to- wards the Princess of Spartivento, and placed a little billet in her hand. “Who gave you this?” she inquired in a whisper “ I¢ was brought by a man who looked like the porter at an hotel, and who instantly departed.” The usher then glided back to the door; and Bianca, opening the billet, ran her eyes over its contents. She immediately thrust the note into her bosom, rose from hor seat, and drew down her veil ; and as she quitted the room she passed close by the prisoner, whispering « few hasty words as she went by. He started for an instant ; but the next moment regained his composare—and then the door closed behind the Princess, who spoke not another word to a soul, and flung not another look upon any one—no, not even upon her sister, While this little incident was No. 96.—Aanna. occurring, the SSS mo OA, BY x. wind \ ‘ ‘S 4 sat a, al \ * ij uh - CM SASS SFL ae ee i a wD General was consulting the other membores of the military tribunal. ‘They spoke in @ subdued tone ; and their conference was brief. “The sentence of this court,” said Germini, with a more solemn tone and with a more judicial demeanour than he bad yet adopted, “is that you, Count of Camerino, having been convicted of bigh treason against his Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Tuscany, be condemned to death. And it is therefore decreed that you suffer the pain and penalty due for your crime by being shot to-morrow morning at daybreak.” An awful silence followed. Charles stood for a moment as if he himself could scarcely beliove that it wae all true, or that it was otherwise than ® dream fraught with fearful dismay and cunster- nation ; but suddenly awaking as it were to a cone viotion of the astounding truth, he bowed with dignified coldness to the tribunal—turned—and was led away by the sentinels from the room. Vow Lt. COMICLoOOe CO