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Here a pale horror blanched her features--she drew herself away froesture of one who tries to escape falling froht her again in her arms and held her tenderly, whereat a faint sht movements ceased

"What is this?"--she asked--then murmured--"My little white lady, how did you cos? Ah!--you are a fairy and you can do all you wish to do--but you cannot save HIM!--it is too late! He will not save himself--and he does not care,--he does not care--neither for ana's shoulder and her eyes closed in utter exhaustion Morgana laid her back gently on her pillows, and pouring a few drops of the cordial she had used before, and of which she had the sole secret, into a wineglassful of water, held it to her lips She drank it obediently, evidently conscious now that she was being cared for But she was still restless, and presently she sat up in a listening attitude, one hand uplifted

"Listen!" she said in a loed tone--"Thunder! Do you hear it? God speaks!"

She lay down again passively and was silent for a long tirew into late afternoon, and Morgana, patiently watchful, thought she slept All suddenly she sprang up, wide-eyed and alert

"What was that?" she cried--"I heard hiana, startled by her swiftThe deep tones of aout loudly and defiantly-"There shall be no more wars! There can be none! I say so! I am Master of the World!"