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"You here, again, Mr Ormiston! To what am I indebted for the honor of

two visits in two days?"

Her voice, Sir Norht, was the sweetest he had ever heard,

musical as a chime of silver bells, soft as the tones of an aeolian harp

through which the ind plays

"Madam, I am awarecheek and, slightly tremulous voice; "but I have sley, ishes to knohat the future

has in store for hisley stepped forith another lo

to theheard that those fair fingers can withdraw the

curtain of the future, and I have co

to do for sley is welcome," said the sweet voice, "and shall see

what he desires There is but one condition, that he will keep perfectly

silent; for if he speaks, the scene he beholds will vanish Come

forward!"

Sir Norman compressed his lips as closely am if they were forever

her over the edge

of the ebony caldron, he found that it contained nothing ue and unpleasant idea that, like

the witches' caldron in Macbeth, it ht be filled with serpents' blood

and children's' brains La Masque opened her golden casket, and took

from it a portion of red powder, hich it was filled Casting it