Zenobia had turned aside. But I caught the reflection of her face in

the mirror, and saw that it was very pale,--as pale, in her rich

attire, as if a shroud were round her.

"Priscilla is here," said she, her voice a little lower than usual.

"Have not you learnt as much from your chamber window? Would you like

to see her?"

She made a step or two into the back drawing-room, and

called,--"Priscilla! Dear Priscilla!"




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