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"I never saw an angel," said Oro after the dead-cart "And I dare say there have been scores as

beautiful as that poor girl thrown into the plague-pit before now I

wonder why the house has been deserted, and if she was really a bride

The bridegroom could not have loved her much, I fancy, or not even the

pestilence could have scared hi it is that it should be

precisely the same face that the fortune-teller showed me There she

was alive, and here she is dead; so I've lost all faith in La Masque for

ever"

Ormiston looked doubtful

"Are you quite sure it is the sanantly "Of course I am! Do you

think I could be mistaken is such a case? I tell you I would know that

face at Kamschatka or, the North Pole; for I don't believe there ever

was such another created"

"So be it, then! Your object, of course, in following that cart is, to

take a last look at her?"

"Precisely so Don't talk; I feel in no mood for it just at present"

Orly; and in

silence the two friends followed the gloogling dihted the lonesolimmer For weeks, the weather had been brilliantly fine--the days all

sunshine, the nights allup at the

troubled face of the sky, concluded mentally that the Lord Mayor had

selected an unpropitious night for the grand illumination Sir Norure therein, took

no heed of anything in the heaven above or in the earth beneath,

and strode along in dismal silence till they reached, at last, their

journey's end

As the cart stopped the two young ue-pit, and looked in with a shudder Truly it was a horrible sight,