long sentenced to wander over that world where the soul had already ceased
to find its home; but the instant she spoke, her colour deepened, and the
brilliant and rapid alternations of her countenance deceived the eye, and
concealed the ravages of the worm that preyed within.

"Yes," said she, at last breaking silence, and soliloquising in
the English tongue, but with somewhat of a foreign accent; "yes, I am in
his city; within a few paces of his home; I have seen him, I have heard
him. Night after night--in rain, and in the teeth of the biting winds, I
have wandered round his home. Ay! and I could have raised my voice, and
shrieked a warning and a prophecy, that should have startled him from his
sleep as the trumpet of the last angel! but I hushed the sound within my
soul, and covered the vision with a thick silence. O God! what have I
seen, and felt, and known, since he last saw me! But we shall meet again;
and ere the year has rolled round, I shall feel the touch of his lips and
die! Die! what calmness, what luxury in the word! The fiery burthen of
this dread knowledge I have heaped upon me, shuffled off; memory no more;
the past, the present, the future exorcised; and a long sleep, with bright
dreams of a lulling sky, and a silver voice, and his presence!"

The door opened, and a black girl of about ten years old, in the costume
of her Moorish tribe, announced the arrival of a new visitor. The
countenance of Madame Liehbur changed at once into an expression of cold
and settled calmness; she ordered the visitor to be admitted; and
presently, Stainforth Radclyffe entered the room.

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"Thou mistakest me and my lore," said the diviner; "I meddle not with the