” She lifted steadfast eyes to him. Peste, she had forgot the sword. She was the High Priestess. CHAPTER I. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. Either that or some other person also obtained admission here and shot him, and that person is either still upon the premises or escaped without your notice. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness.
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