XII.

With one wild shriek of agony she fell Upon the floor the casement-ledge beside; And swooned so deep, that but for Isabel Close within earshot, aidless she had died. But reached that voice, so piteously it cried, Salustian’s inmost soul, and called him forth With Aya, handmaids, servitors, who tried Full many a remedy in vain:--“Wo worth “The day that gave, my child, this frantic terror birth!”