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Chapter 42

           itwasaprivilegeofwhichIfeltmyselfunworthy!Ifoldedtheletterandputitnearmyhearttoservemeasatalisman,...she,ofallbrightcreaturesintheworldsurelyknewthesecretofhappiness!...Some-day,...yes,...Iwouldgoandseeher,...myMavisthatsanginhergardenoflilies—somedaywhenIhadforceandmanlinessenoughtotellherall—savemyloveforher!Forthat,Ifelt,mustneverbespoken—SelfmustresistSelf,andclamournomoreatthegateofaforfeitedParadise!SomedayIwouldseeher,...butnotforalongtime,...nottillIhad,inpartatleast,workedoutmysecretexpiation.AsIsatmusingthus,astrangememorycameintomybrain,...IthoughtIheardavoiceresemblingmyown,whichsaid—

           "Lift,ohlifttheshroudingveil,spiritoftheCityBeautiful!ForIfeelIshallreadinyoureyesthesecretofhappiness!"

           Acoldshudderranthroughme—Ispranguperect,inakindofhorror.LeaningatmyopenwindowIlookeddownintothebusystreetbelow—andmythoughtsrevertedtothestrangethingsIhadseenintheEast—thefaceofthedeadEgyptiandancer,uncoveredtothelightagainaftertwothousandyears—thefaceofSibyl!—thenIrememberedthevisionofthe"CityBeautiful,"inwhichonefacehadremainedveiled—thefaceImostdesiredtosee!——andItrembledmoreandmoreasmymind,despitemywill,begantoweavetogetherlinksofthepastandpresent,tilltheyseemedgrowingintooneandthesame.

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