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She sighed

"I have no wish to go!" she said

"You"If you stay now, you and your companions are doomed to perish There is no alternative Be satisfied that we know you--atch you--we shall expect you sooner or later Meanwhile--guide your ship!--the way is open"

Quickly she sprang to the steering-gear--she felt the "White Eagle" ht

"Farewell!" she cried, with a sense of tears in her throat--"Farewell!"

"Not farewell!" came the reply, spoken softly and with tenderness--"We shall ain soon! I will speak to you in Sicily!"

"In Sicily!" she exclaimed, joyfully--"You will speak to me there?"

"There and everywhere!" answered the Voice--"The Sound Ray knows no distance I shall speak--and you shall hear--whenever you will!"

The last syllables died away like faintly sung reat air-ship was sailing steadily in a level line and at a swift pace onward,--the last shining glile" soared over a sable blackness of eh a dark space besprinkled with stars Filled with a new sense of power and gladness, Morgana held the vessel in the guidance of her slight but strong hands, and it had flownup suddenly from where he had lain lost in unconsciousness and stared around him amazed and confused

"A thousand pardons, Madaive myself! I have been asleep!"