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Fro down, Sir Noroing one shock of surprise after

another with the equanimity of a man quite need to it; but now a cry

arose to his lips, and died there in voiceless consternation For he

recognized the queen--well he ht!--he had seen her before, and her

face was the face of Leoline!

As she mounted the stairs, she stood there for adown, and in that eous rooal owner, all became palpable as the sun at noonday;

that slender, exquisite figure, robed in royal purple and ermine; the

uncovered neck and arms, snowy and perfect, ablaze with jewels; that

lovely face, like snow, like reat, dark, earnest eyes looking out, and the waving wealth of hair

falling around it It was the very scene, and room, and vision, that

La Masque had shown him in the caldron, and that face was the face of

Leoline, and the earl's page

Could he be drea? Was he sane or mad, or were the three really one?

While he looked, the beautiful queen bowed low, and amid the profoundest

and most respectful silence, took her seat In her robes of purple,

wearing the glittering crown, sceptre in hand, throned and canopied,