LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
[Death Of Tzerclas]. Frontispiece
. . . [she came presently to me with a bowl of broth in her hands and a timid smile on her lips.]
. . . [with her own hands she drove the nail.... Then she turned.]
. . . [Ludwig, all his indifference cast to the winds, continued to stamp and scream.]
[The general waited on her with the utmost attention, riding by her bridle-rein.]
[We were alone. . . . I whispered in her ear.]
[Before I could recover myself a pair of strong arms closed round mine and bound them to my sides.]
[But with all--she controlled herself. She rose stiffly from her seat.]