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A brilliant ardens of the Palazzo d'Oro, and the sea, stretched out in a wide radiance of purest blue shimmered with millions of tiny silver ripples brushed on its surface by a light wind as delicate as a bird's wing Morgana stood in her rose- with a pathetic wistfulness at the beauty of the scene, and beside her stood Marco Ardini, scientist, surgeon and physician, looking also, but scarcely seeing, his whole thought being concentrated on the "case" hich he had been dealing

"It is exactly as I at first told you,"--he said--"Thein er control or command the body's mechanism,--therefore the body is practically useless Power of volition is gone,--the poor felloill never be able to walk again or to lift a hand A certain faculty of speech is left,--but even this is limited to a feords which are evidently the result of the last prevailing thoughts impressed on the brain-cells It is possible he will repeat those words thousands of times!--the oftener he repeats theana asked in a tone of sorrow and coh for a man in his condition"--replied Ardini--"And always the same 'THERE SHALL BE NO MORE WARS! THERE CAN BE NONE! I SAY IT!--I ONLY! IT IS MY GREAT SECRET! I AM MASTER OF THE WORLD!' Poor devil! What a 'ana shuddered as with cold, shading her eyes fro else?" she murmured--"Is there no name--no place--that he see"--answered Ardini--"He does not even realize ht be a fish or a serpent for all his coh to prove that They are like pebbles in his head--without cognisance or expression He ain, and tacks it on to the other phrase of 'No abble,--this is, of course, the disordered action of the brain working to catch up and join together hopelessly severed fragrave appeal into the severely intellectual, half-frowning face of the great Professor

"Is there no hope of an ultimate recovery?" she asked--"With tiht not this poor brain right itself?"