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Chapter 29

           Andnowfarewell!InlifeIshallseeyounomore:—indeath—well!Ihaveattendedmanydeath-bedsinresponsetotheinvitationsofthemoribund—butIshallnotbepresentatyours!Perhaps,whenyourpartingspiritisonthevergebetweendarknessandlight,youmayknowwhoIwas,andam!—andyoumaythankGodwithyourlastbreaththatwepartedto-night—aswedonow—forever!"

           Heloosenedhisgraspofher—shefellbackfromhimpaleandterrified—fortherewassomethingnowinthedarkbeautyofhisfacethatwasunnaturalandappalling.Asombreshadowcloudedhisbrows—hiseyeshadgleamsinthemasoffire—andasmilewasonhislips,halftender,halfcruel.Hisstrangeexpressionmovedevenmetoasenseoffear,andIshiveredwithsuddencold,thoughtheairwaswarmandbalmy.Slowlyretreating,Mavismovedaway,lookingroundathimnowandthenasshewent,inwistfulwonderandalarm—tillinaminuteortwoherslightfigureinitsshimmeringsilkenwhiterobe,hadvanishedamongthetrees.Ilingered,hesitatinganduncertainwhattodo—thenfinallydeterminingtogetbacktothehouseifpossiblewithoutbeingnoticed,Imadeonestep,whenLucio’svoice,scarcelyraised,addressedme—

           "Well,eavesdropper!Whydidyounotcomeoutoftheshadowofthatelm-treeandseetheplaytoabetteradvantage?"

           Surprisedandconfused,Iadvanced,mumblingsomeunintelligibleexcuse.

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