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buried, she comes to life; then we leave her lifeless as a marble

statue, shut up in your room, and fifteen minutes after, she vanishes as

end And, lastly, she turns up

in the shape of a court-page, and swaggers along London Bridge at this

hour of the night, chanting a love song Faith! it would puzzle the

sphinx herself to read this riddle, I've a notion!"

"I, for one, shall never try to read it," said Sir Norman "I am about

tired of this labyrinth of mysteries, and shall save time and La Masque

to unravel theive up the pursuit?"

"Not exactly I love this mysterious beauty too well to do that; and

when next I find her, be it where it h e," said Orular,

since, he wears the Earl of Rochester's livery, that we have never seen

hi his followers Are you quite sure, Sir Norman, that you

have not?"

"Seen hiet

such a face as that?"

"It would not be easy, I confess One does not see such every day And

yet--and yet--it is most extraordinary!"