"A pleasant prospect; but a true one, I have no doubt. And, as I have no

ambition to be hurled headlong into one of those horrible holes, I shall

leave town altogether in a few days. And, Ormiston, I would strongly

recommend you to follow my example."

"Not I!" said Ormiston, in a tone of gloomy resolution. "While La Masque

stays, so will I."

"And perhaps die of the plague in a week."

"So be it! I don't fear the plague half as much as I do the thought of

losing her!"

Again Sir Norman stared.

"Oh, I see! It's a hopeless case! Faith, I begin to feel curious to see

this enchantress, who has managed so effectually to turn your brain.

When did you see her last?"

"Yesterday," said Ormiston, with a deep sigh. "And if she were made of

granite, she could not be harder to me than she is!"

"So she doesn't care about you, then?"

"Not she! She has a little Blenheim lapdog, that she loves a thousand

times more than she ever will me!"

"Then what an idiot you are, to keep haunting her like her shadow! Why

don't you be a man, and tear out from your heart such a goddess?"

"Ah! that's easily said; but if you were in my place, you'd act exactly

as I do."

"I don't believe it. It's not in me to go mad about anything with a

masked face and a marble heart. If I loved any woman--which, thank

Fortune! at this present time I do not--and she had the bad taste not

to return it, I should take my hat, make her a bow, and go directly and

love somebody else made of flesh and blood, instead of cast iron! You

know the old song, Ormiston: 'If she be not fair for me

What care I how fair she be!'"

"Kingsley, you know nothing about it!" said Ormiston, impatiently. "So

stop talking nonsense. If you are cold-blooded, I am not; and--I love

her!"

Sir Norman slightly shrugged his shoulders, and flung his smoked-out

weed into a heap of fire-wood.

"Are we near her house?" he asked. "Yonder is the bridge."

"And yonder is the house," replied Ormiston, pointing to a large

ancient building--ancient even for those times--with three stories, each

projecting over the other. "See! while the houses on either side are

marked as pest-stricken, hers alone bears no cross. So it is: those

who cling to life are stricken with death: and those who, like me, are

desperate, even death shuns."




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