Page 178 (1/2)

The library looked tranquil enough as I entered it, and the Sibyl--

if Sibyl she were--was seated snugly enough in an easy-chair at the

chimney-corner She had on a red cloak and a black bonnet: or

rather, a broad-briipsy hat, tied doith a striped

handkerchief under her chin An extinguished candle stood on the

table; she was bending over the fire, and see in a little

black book, like a prayer-book, by the light of the blaze: she

muttered the words to herself, as most old women do, while she read;

she did not desist immediately on raph

I stood on the rug and war at a distance fro-room fire I felt now as

co indeed in the

gipsy's appearance to trouble one's calm She shut her book and

slowly looked up; her hat-brim partially shaded her face, yet I

could see, as she raised it, that it was a strange one It looked

all brown and black: elf-locks bristled out from beneath a white

band which passed under her chin, and came half over her cheeks, or

rather jaws: her eye confronted aze

"Well, and you want your fortune told?" she said, in a voice as