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I seized him by
the lapels of his coat and peered into his handsome face in the
deepening darkness. I was breathless with excitement.
"And you are not dead?" I asked, hardly knowing what I said.
"Only dead in love, dear. I recovered from the road agent's
bullet, but this, I fear, is fatal."
"But about Jack--Mr. Raynor? Don't you know--"
"I am ashamed to say, darling, that it was through that unworthy
person's invitation that I came here from Vienna."
Irene, they have played it upon your affectionate friend,
MARY JANE DEMENT.

P.S.--The worst of it is that there is no mystery. That was an
invention of Jack to arouse my curiosity and interest. James is
not a Thug. He solemnly assures me that in all his wanderings he
has never set foot in Sepoy.

The Man and the Snake

I

It is of veritabyll report, and attested of so many that there be
nowe of wyse and learned none to gaynsaye it, that ye serpente hys
eye hath a magnetick propertie that whosoe falleth into its svasion
is drawn forwards in despyte of his wille, and perisheth miserabyll
by ye creature hys byte.


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