twin sister, Hildegarde, who resembled her in every feature, had the mark which you describe, and carried it with her to the grave more than a year ago.’—‘Yet it is only a few months,’ answered Marino, ‘since I saw that lady in Paris.’ At this moment the old Countess and Libussa drew near, anxious to know what could be the purport of this long conversation, but the Count’s manner of receiving them was so stern, that they durst not venture any questions. He retreated with Marino farther into the dark window recess, and I could not distinguish another word of their discourse.