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"For the reception-room of a sorceress," remarked Sir Norman, with an

air of disappointed criticis very wonderful about

all this How is it she spaes fortunes any way? As Lilly does by ic mirrors and all

each fooleries?"

"Neither," said Ormiston, "her style in more like that of the Indian

almechs, who show you your destiny in a well She has a sort of ic

lake in her room, and--but you will see it all for yourself presently"

"I have always heard," said Sir Norman, in the same meditative way,

"that truth lies at the bottolad some one has

turned up at last who is able to fish it out Ah! Here cooddess"

The door opened, and the "old bag of bones," as Ormiston irreverently

styled his lady-love's ancient do the way down along a corridor, he flung open a pair of

shining folding-doors at the end, and ushered them at once into the

entlemen

doffed their plumed hats Ormiston stepped forward at once; but Sir

Norman discreetly paused in the doorway to contemplate the scene of

action As he slowly did so, a look of deep displeasure settled on his

features, on finding it not half so awful as he had supposed

In so low, large,