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I can't say whether the adage! "Faint heart never won fair lady!" was

extant in his time; but the spirit of it certainly was, and Ormiston

determined to prove it He wanted to see La Masque, and try his fate

once again; and see her he would, if he had to stay there as a sort of

ornaht as well look

for a needle in a haystack as his whih the streets

of London--disypt; and he wisely resolved to spare himself and his Spanish leathers

boots the trial of a one-handed gao-to-seek" Wisdom,

like Virtue, is its oard; and scarcely had he coliure that looure on the sands of Sahara, in

an Indian jungle, or an A and springing like a bow of steel, queenly and regal as that of

a young eround,

in color as black as the night, and clasped by a jehose glittering

flash, he saw even there; a velvet hood of the same color covered the

stately head; and the mask--the tiresome, inevitable mask covered the

beautiful--he was positive it was beautiful--face He had seen her a