Prince Zaleski by M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel
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follows:
'"Maude Cibras.--You may come here to-night after dark. Walk to the south side of the house, come up the steps to the balcony, and pass in through the open window to my room. Remember, however, that you have nothing to expect from me, and that from to-night I blot you eternally from my mind: but I will hear your story, which I know beforehand to be false. Destroy this note. PHARANX."' As I progressed with my tale, I came to notice that over the countenance of Prince Zaleski there grew little by little a singular fixed aspect. His small, keen features distorted themselves into an expression of what I can only describe as an abnormal _inquisitiveness_ --an inquisitiveness most impatient, arrogant, in its intensity. His pupils, contracted each to a dot, became the central _puncta_ of two rings of fiery light; his little sharp teeth seemed to gnash. Once before I had seen him look thus greedily, when, grasping a Troglodyte tablet covered with half-effaced hieroglyphics--his fingers livid with the fixity of his grip--he bent on it that strenuous inquisition, that ardent questioning gaze, till, by a species of mesmeric dominancy, he seemed to wrench from it the arcanum it hid from other eyes; then he lay back, pale and faint from the too arduous victory. When I had read Lord Pharanx's letter, he took the paper eagerly from my hand, and ran his eyes over the passage. 'Tell me--the end,' he said. 'Maude Cibras,' I went on, 'thus invited to a meeting with the earl, |
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