Where
shall we go next - to La Masque or the peat-house?"
"To La Masque - I hate the idea of the pest-house!"
"She may be there, nevertheless; and under present circumstances,
it is the beat place for her."
"Don't talk of it!" said Sir Norman, impatiently. "I do not and
will not believe she is there! If the sorceress shows her to me
in the caldron again, I verily believe I shall jump in head
foremost."
"And I verily believe we will not find La Masque at home. She
wanders through the streets at all hours, but particularly
affects the night."
"We shall try, however. Come along!"
The house of the sorceress was but a short distance from that of
Sir Norman's plague-stricken lady-love's; and shod with a sort of
seven-league boots, they soon reached it. Like the other, it was
all dark and deserted.
"This is the home," said Ormiston, looking at it doubtfully, "but
where is La Masque?"
"Here!" said a silvery voice at his elbow; and turning round,
they saw a tall, slender figure, cloaked, hooded, and masked.
"Surely, you two do not want me again to-night?"
Both gentlemen doffed their plumed hats, and simultaneously
bowed.
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