"'Tis he, there can be no doubt," rejoined Auriol, in a sombre tone.
"Who and what is he, then?" demanded Ebba.
"He is a messenger of ill," replied Auriol, "and I am thankful he is gone."
The Iron-merchant's Daughter.
"Are you quite sure of it?" she asked, glancing timorously up and down the road. But the mysterious individual could no longer be seen.
"And so, after exciting my curiosity in this manner, you will not satisfy it?" she said.