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"What of ns of

returning consciousness?"

"Alas, no!" replied the apothecary, with a groan, that ca

up like a whistle; "he was so excessively dead, that there was no use

keeping him; and as the room anted for other purposes, I--pray, my

dear sir, don't look so violent--I put hiue-pit!" shouted Sir Nor at hihostly flash into the inner roo

Sir Norman kicked at it spitefully, but it resisted his every effort;

and, overco te once ue-pit

It was the second time within the last twelve hours he had stood there;

and, on the previous occasion, he who now lay in it, had stood by

his side He looked down, sickened and horror-struck Perhaps, before

anotherhis blood run

cold at the thought, he was turning ahen so cry on its very edge That

shape--tall and slender, and graceful--he well knew; and, leaning over

her, ho laid his hand on her shoulder, and exclaimed: "La Masque!"