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Chapter 34

           Ipresseditnervously—thelightblazedforththroughtherose-tintedshellswhichshadeditsdazzlingclearness,andshowedmewhereIstood,...withinanarm’slengthofastrange,stiffwhitecreaturethatsatstaringatitselfinthesilver-framedmirrorwithwide-open,fixedandglassyeyes!

           "Sibyl!"Igasped—"Mywife...!"butthewordsdiedchokinglyinmythroat.Wasitindeedmywife?—thisfrozenstatueofawoman,watchingherownimpassiveimagethusintently?Ilookeduponherwonderingly—doubtingly—asifsheweresomestranger;—ittookmetimetorecognizeherfeatures,andthebronze-golddarknessofherlonghairwhichfelllooselyaboutherinalavishwealthofripplingwaves,...herlefthandhunglimplyoverthearmofthechairinwhich,likesomecarvenivorygoddess,shesatenthroned—andtremblingly,slowly,reluctantly,Iadvancedandtookthathand.Coldasiceitlayinmypalmmuchasthoughitwereawaxenmodelofitself;—itglitteredwithjewels—andIstudiedeveryringuponitwithacurious,dullpertinacity,likeonewhoseeksacluetoidentity.

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