Chapter 78 No.78

His conscience slept, he deemed her well,

And safe secured in distant cell;

But, wakened by her favourite lay,

And that strange Palmer's boding say,

That fell so ominous and drear

Full on the object of his fear,

To aid remorse's venomed throes

Dark tales of convent-vengeance rose;

And Constance, late betrayed and scorned,