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"How can I tell!" he replied, to all interrogations "The secret is the secret of a woman!"

A woman! Man's pretty toy!--ineers and ed their shoulders--yet--yet--the great airship stared the of such power and possibility as seemed wholly incredible And now the creator,--the wons on paper had been carefully followed and elaborated into actual shape;--and there was a tense state of expectation a her presence

Meanwhile the lantern-gleam in the sky broadened and the web of an to lift and Giulio Rivardi, pacing to and fro, halted every now and then to look in the direction of a path winding doard fro an elfin figure, h the dividing vapours of the ely, though his common sense sharply rejected the fantastic notions to which they had given rise She,--Morgana Royal,--was "not capable" of love, the priest had implied,--and yet, at times--only at tiain, only at ti passion of adh robbed hi sense of honour held hiot that he was her paid employe, and that her wealth was so enorence could hardly be exonerated from ulterior sordid aims And while he mused, somewhat vexedly, on all the circuht widened in the heavens, showing the very faintest flush of rose in the east as an indication of the co sun He lifted his eyes

"At last!" he exclai shadows approaching hirey cloak and hood as to al She pushed back the hood as she calittered with an alhtness

"I have slept till now,"--she said--"I! So lazy of ood and I'! Are you? You look very sole?"