can cure."

What is presentiment? The swaying of the veil of futurity, under the
straining hands of our guardian angels? Is it the faint shadow, the
solemn rustle of their hovering wings, as like mother birds they
spread protecting plumes between blind fledglings, and descending
ruin? Will theosophy ever explain and augment prescience?

"It may be--
The thoughts that visit us, we know not whence,
Sudden as inspiration, are the whispers
Of disembodied spirits, speaking to us
As friends, who wait outside a prison wall,
Through the barred windows speak to those within."

With difficulty Beryl resisted an inexplicable impulse to turn and
flee; but the drawn sword of duty pointed ahead.

Striking her hands together, as if thereby crushing her reluctance
to enter, she waited a moment, with closed eyes, while her lips
moved in silent prayer; then ascending the terrace, she crossed the
stone pavement, walked up the stops and slowly advanced to the
threshold. The dark mahogany door was so glossy, that she dimly saw
her own image on its polished panels, as she lifted and let fall the
heavy silver knocker, in the middle of an oval silver plate, around
the edges of which were raised the square letters of the name
"Darrington." The clanging sound startled a peacock, strutting among
the verbena beds, and his shrill scream was answered by the deep
hoarse bark of some invisible dog; then the heavy door swung open,
and a gray-headed negro man, who wore a white linen apron over his