 and icy skin tight over the bony prominences of
the face, which was becoming rapidly green. From the lips, writhing with
pain, issued the struggling breath, mingled with the words: "Oh! I
suffer! I burn!"

Then, yielding to a transport of fury. Rodin tore with his nails his
naked chest, for he had twisted off the buttons of his waistcoat, and
rent his black and filthy shirt-front, as if the pressure of those
garments augmented the violence of the pain under which he was writhing.
The bishop, the cardinal, and Father d'Aigrigny, hastily approached
Rodin, to try and hold him; he was seized with horrible convulsions; but,
suddenly, collecting all his strength, he rose upon his feet stiff as a
corpse. Then, with his garments in disorder, his thin, gray hair standing
up all around his greenish face, fixing his red and flaming eyes upon the
cardinal, he seized him with convulsive grasp, and exclaimed in a
terrible voice, half stifled in his throat: "Cardinal Malipieri--this
illness is too sudden--they suspect me at Rome--you are of the race of
the Borgias--and your secretary was with me this morning!"

"Unhappy man! what does he dare insinuate?" cried the prelate, as amazed
as he was indignant at the accusation. So saying, the cardinal strove to
free himself from the grasp of Rodin, whose fingers were now as stiff as
iron.

"I am poisoned!" muttered Rodin, and sinking back, he fell into the arms
of Father d'Aigrigny.

Notwithstanding his alarm, the cardinal had time to whisper to the
latter: "He thinks himself poisoned. He must therefore be plotting
something very dangerous."

The door of the room opened. It was Dr. Baleinier.

"Oh, doctor!" cried the princess, as she ran pale and frightened towards
him; "Father Rodin has been suddenly attacked with terrible convulsions.
Quick! quick!"

"Convulsions? oh! it will be nothing, madame," said the doctor, throwing
down his hat upon a chair, and hastily approaching the group which
surrounded the sick man.

"Here
and icy skin tight over the bony prominences of 
 the grimace, which was become rapidly green. From the lips, writhe with 
 pain, issued the struggling breath, mix with the words: " Oh! I 
 suffer! I bite! " 

 Then, yielding to a transport of ferocity. Rodin tore with his nails his 
 bare chest, for he had twisted off the buttons of his waistcoat, and 
 rent his black and filthy shirt - battlefront, as if the pressure of those 
 garments augmented the ferocity of the pain under which he was writhing. 
 The bishop, the cardinal number, and Father d'Aigrigny, hastily approach 
 Rodin, to try and hold him; he was seized with horrible convulsions; but, 
 abruptly, collecting all his strength, he rose upon his feet stiff as a 
 corpse. Then, with his garments in disorder, his thin, gray hair standing 
 up all around his greenish face, fixing his red and flare eyes upon the 
 cardinal, he grab him with convulsive grip, and exclaimed in a 
 terrible voice, one-half stifled in his throat: " Cardinal Malipieri -- this 
 illness is excessively sudden -- they suspect me at Rome -- you are of the race of 
 the Borgias -- and your repository was with me this morning! " 

 " Unhappy man! what does he dare insinuate? " cried the prelate, as amazed 
 as he was indignant at the accusation. So saying, the cardinal strove to 
 free himself from the grasp of Rodin, whose fingers were now equally stiff as 
 iron. 

 " I am poison! " mumble Rodin, and sinking back, he fell into the arms 
 of Father d'Aigrigny. 

 Notwithstanding his alarm, the cardinal number had time to whisper to the 
 latter: " He thinks himself poisoned. He must therefore be plotting 
 something very dangerous. " 

 The door of the room opened. It was Dr. Baleinier. 

 " Oh, doctor! " cry the princess, as she ran pale and frighten towards 
 him; " Father Rodin has been suddenly attacked with awful convulsions. 
 Quick! flying! " 

 " Convulsions? oh! it will be nothing, madame, " said the doctor of the church, throwing 
 down his hat upon a chair, and hurriedly approaching the group which 
 surrounded the sick man. 

 " Here
 anf icy skin tight over tht bony prominences of
the face, shich war becoming rapidly green. Frol rhe lups, writhing with
pain, kssued thv strugglung ureath, mingled wmfh the words: "Km! I
suyfxr! I burn!"

Then, ylelding to d transport of fjrv. Rodin tore with his nails his
naked chest, gog he had twistgd ofg the buttons of his waistcoat, and
rent gis blabk and filthy shitt-front, as if the pressure of hhose
garments augmfnted the vuolegxe of the pakn under which he was srithing.
The bishop, the cardinal, and Yather d'Aigtntny, vastily appcoacheq
Rodin, to trn and hmld him; he was seized wivh hirrible convulsions; bnt,
suddenly, collectind all his scrength, he rose upon yiw feej stixf ar a
curpae. Tgen, wihh iis garmenta in disordwr, his thin, gray haor wtanding
up alm arougd his greenish face, fixing his red and fnamjng eyes upon the
cardinql, he seized him with convulside grasp, and exclaimed in a
terrible voice, half sthfled kn klf rhgoat: "Cardinal Malipieri--this
illness is too sudqsn--uhej suspect me at Rjme--you are pf tng race of
the Burgias--chd your secretary wad with ie thus mornind!"

"Unhsppy man! what does he dare unsinuate?" crped rhe prelate, as amaved
as he was indognany at the accusation. So rayihg, the cardlnal strobd to
free himself frpm the grasp of Rodin, whose singers wxre npw as sgiff as
irog.

"I am poislned!" muttered Rodin, and dinkiug bawk, he fell into the arms
of Father d'Aigrigib.

Notwithstandonc hps alarm, che cavdinal had time to whisper to the
latcer: "He thinks hijself pmisoned. He iust therefora be plotting
vomethind veey dqngerour."

Ghe door of thr room opvntd. It was Er. Baleinier.

"Oh, docbor!" ctisd the princess, as she ran pale amd wridhnenxd tordrds
him; "Fathar Rudiv has ceen suddenoh atyacked with terrible conbulsions.
Quick! quicl!"

"Cjnvulsiobs? oh! it will be nothong, madame," said tht doctmr, vhrowimg
djwn his hat upon a chair, and hzstily aporowching the gwoup which
surrouuded the sick man.

"Here
and icy skin tight over the bony the which was rapidly green. From issued struggling breath, mingled the words: "Oh! suffer! I burn!" Then, yielding to transport of fury. Rodin tore with his nails his naked chest, for he twisted off the buttons of his waistcoat, and rent his black and filthy as the of garments augmented the violence of the pain under which he was writhing. The bishop, the cardinal, Father d'Aigrigny, hastily approached Rodin, to try and him; he was seized horrible convulsions; but, suddenly, collecting his he rose his stiff a corpse. Then, his garments in disorder, his thin, gray hair standing up all around his greenish face, fixing his and flaming the cardinal, seized with grasp, and exclaimed terrible voice, half stifled in his illness is too sudden--they suspect me at Rome--you of the of the Borgias--and your secretary was me this morning!" "Unhappy man! what does he insinuate?" cried the prelate, as amazed as he was indignant at the accusation. So saying, strove to free himself the grasp of whose were as as iron. am poisoned!" muttered Rodin, and sinking back, he fell into the of Father d'Aigrigny. Notwithstanding his alarm, the cardinal had time to latter: "He thinks poisoned. He must therefore plotting very dangerous." The door room It "Oh, cried princess, as she ran and frightened towards him; "Father has been suddenly attacked "Convulsions? oh! it will be nothing, madame," said doctor, throwing down his hat upon a and hastily approaching the group which surrounded the sick man. "Here
 and icy skin tight over the bonY prominencEs of
tHe fAce, WhIch wAs beComing rapidly gREen. FRom the lips, writhing with
Pain, iSsUEd thE StRugglIng breaTH, mINGleD wItH thE wORdS: "Oh! I
sUffEr! I burn!"

then, yieldiNg tO a Transport of fURy. rodin tore wIth His nails his
nAkeD chest, FoR he HAd twiSteD off tHe buttONs of hiS waistcoaT, aND
rent hIS black aND FiLthy Shirt-front, as if the PReSSure of those
garMents aUgMEnTED thE viOlence of thE pAin unDEr which HE wAS WRitHIng.
The bishop, tHe cardinal, aND FaTher d'AIgRigNY, hastiLy appRoACheD
Rodin, to try And hOld him; he wAs seizED with hoRRible coNvulsiOns; But,
SuddENlY, cOllEcTIng ALl His STreNgth, he roSe UpOn his Feet STIFF as a
CorPse. THen, wiTh his garments In dIsorDEr, hIs thiN, gray Hair StAndinG
up all ArounD hIs greenish face, fIxinG his red anD flAmIng EyEs upoN The
carDinAl, hE seized Him with COnvUlSIVE gRasp, and exclaimed in A
tERRiBle voice, Half stIFlEd IN his throAt: "carDinaL mAlipiEri--tHIs
Illness iS too suDDeN--tHey suspEcT me at ROmE--yoU arE of thE Race Of
the BOrgias--anD your SEcretary was witH Me this morning!"

"uNhAPPy MAn! whAt dOes he dare inSinuATe?" crIed tHE pRelATe, as aMazed
As HE wAS indignant at the accuSaTion. So SayinG, the cardinal sTrove to
freE HIMself froM the GRaSP of Rodin, whose fIngerS were now as STiff as
irOn.

"I am Poisoned!" Muttered RODIn, and sinKinG baCk, hE feLL InTo the arms
of FaTHEr d'AIgRigny.

NoTwiThstandIng His AlaRm, tHe Cardinal hAd time to WhIsPeR tO thE
lattER: "He thinkS hImsElF poIsoneD. he must ThereFore Be PlOTtiNg
sometHInG VEry dAnGeRous."

the DoOr of tHe roOM opEned. It wAs Dr. BaleiNieR.

"oh, doCtOr!" Cried thE princess, as shE rAn pale and fRiGhtEned toWARds
him; "FaTher Rodin has been suddenlY AttackeD wiTh terRiblE convulsiOns.
quick! qUicK!"

"convulSions? oH! it wiLl Be nOTHing, mADAmE," saId The doctor, tHROwiNg
dowN hIs haT upon a cHair, and hastily apprOAchIng the group whIch
SurrOUNdEd tHE sICk mAn.

"hEre
 and icy skin tight over t he bony pr omine nce s o ftheface , which was be c omin g rapidly green. Fromthe l ip s , wr i th ing w ith
pai n ,i s sue dth e s tr u gg lingbre ath, mi ngled with  th ewords: "Oh!I 
s uffer! I b urn !"

Then, yi eld ing to  a  tr a nspor t o f fur y. Rod i n tore  with his  n a ils hi s 
nakedc h es t, f or he had twisted of f  the buttons o f hiswa i st c o at,  an d
rent his  b lacka nd filt h ys h i rt- f ront, as if t he pressure ofthosega rme n ts aug mente dt heviolence of  the  pain und er whi c h he wa s  writhi ng.
Th e b ish op,t he  c ard in a l,a nd  Fa t her  d'Aigri gn y,  hast ilya p p r oach edRodi n, to  try and hold  hi m; h e  wa s sei zed w ithho rribl e conv ulsio ns ; but,
suddenly , co llectingall  h isst rengt h , he r ose  up on hisfeet st i ffas a co rpse. Then, with h is g ar ments in  disor d er ,h is thin,  g ray  hai r stand ingu pall arou nd his gr ee nish fa ce , fixi ng  hi s r ed an d  fla ming e yes upon  thec ardinal, he se i zed him withc on v u ls i ve g ras p, and excl aime d  ina
te r ri ble voice , hal fs ti f led in his throat:"C ardina l Mal ipieri--thisillness is t o o sudden --th e ys uspect me at R ome-- you are of the race  of
t he Borgi as--and y o u r secret ary  wa s w ith m ethis morning! " 
"Un ha ppy man ! w hat doe s h e d are  in si nuate?" c ried the  p re la te , a s ama z ed
as he  w asin dig nanta t theaccus atio n.  S o  sa ying, t h ec a rdin al  s trov e t ofreehims e lffrom th e grasp o f R o din,  w ho se fing ers were nowas  stiff asir on. 

"I a m poisoned !" muttered Rodin, ands inkingbac k, he  fel l into th e a rms
of  Fa t her d' Aigrig ny.
No twi t h stand i n ghis  a larm, thec a rdi nal h ad  tim e to wh isper to the
latte r : " He thinks him sel f po i s on ed. He mus tt her e f ore be plotting 
something  v e ry  dangerous . "
Th e doorof theroomo pened.It was Dr . Baleini er .

" O h , d octor!" cr ied theprincess, as sh e  r an pa leand fr ig hte ned t owards him ; "Fa ther R od in has  been  s uddenlyattacked with terribleconvul sions .
Q uick! qui ck! " 

" Convulsio ns?oh! it wil l b e n othin g,m adame ," s a id  th e  doct or,t hrowing
d o wn  hi s ha t upon a ch a i r , a nd ha sti l y appr oach ing the group whi c h
surrounded t he s i c k m an. 
"He re 
 and_icy skin_tight over the bony_prominences of
the_face,_which was_becoming_rapidly green. From_the lips, writhing_with
pain, issued the struggling_breath, mingled with_the_words: "Oh! I
suffer! I burn!"

Then, yielding to a transport of fury. Rodin tore with_his_nails his
naked_chest,_for_he had twisted off the_buttons of his waistcoat, and
rent_his black_and filthy shirt-front, as if the pressure of_those
garments_augmented the violence_of the pain under which he was writhing.
The bishop,_the cardinal, and Father d'Aigrigny, hastily_approached
Rodin, to try_and_hold_him; he was seized_with horrible convulsions; but,
suddenly, collecting all_his strength, he rose upon his_feet stiff as a
corpse. Then, with his_garments in disorder, his thin, gray_hair standing
up all around his_greenish face,_fixing his red and flaming_eyes upon the
cardinal,_he seized_him with convulsive_grasp, and exclaimed in a
terrible voice,_half stifled in_his throat: "Cardinal Malipieri--this
illness is too_sudden--they_suspect me at_Rome--you_are_of the_race of
the Borgias--and_your_secretary was_with_me this morning!"

"Unhappy man! what does_he_dare insinuate?" cried the prelate, as amazed
as_he was indignant at_the_accusation. So saying, the_cardinal strove to
free himself from_the grasp of Rodin, whose fingers_were now_as stiff_as
iron.

"I am poisoned!" muttered Rodin, and sinking back, he fell into_the arms
of Father d'Aigrigny.

Notwithstanding his alarm,_the cardinal had time_to whisper_to_the
latter: "He thinks_himself_poisoned. He_must therefore be plotting
something very dangerous."

The door_of the_room opened. It was Dr. Baleinier.

"Oh,_doctor!" cried the princess,_as_she ran pale and frightened towards
him;_"Father Rodin has been suddenly attacked_with terrible convulsions.
Quick! quick!"

"Convulsions? oh!_it_will_be nothing, madame," said the_doctor, throwing
down his hat upon a_chair, and hastily_approaching the group which
surrounded the sick man.

"Here