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Chapter 34

           Ipresseditnervouslythelightblazedforththroughtherose-tintedshellswhichshadeditsdazzlingclearness,andshowedmewhereIstood,...withinanarm’slengthofastrange,stiffwhitecreaturethatsatstaringatitselfinthesilver-framedmirrorwithwide-open,fixedandglassyeyes!

           "Sibyl!"Igasped—"Mywife...!"butthewordsdiedchokinglyinmythroat.Wasitindeedmywife?thisfrozenstatueofawoman,watchingherownimpassiveimagethusintently?Ilookeduponherwonderinglydoubtinglyasifsheweresomestranger;ittookmetimetorecognizeherfeatures,andthebronze-golddarknessofherlonghairwhichfelllooselyaboutherinalavishwealthofripplingwaves,...herlefthandhunglimplyoverthearmofthechairinwhich,likesomecarvenivorygoddess,shesatenthronedandtremblingly,slowly,reluctantly,Iadvancedandtookthathand.Coldasiceitlayinmypalmmuchasthoughitwereawaxenmodelofitself;itglitteredwithjewelsandIstudiedeveryringuponitwithacurious,dullpertinacity,likeonewhoseeksacluetoidentity.

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