Sir Norman, especially, had sank into a state of mind
that words are faint and feeble to describe. Ormiston, not being
quite so far gone, was the first to open his lips.
"Upon my honor, Sir Norman, this is the most astonishing thing
ever I heard of. That certainly was the face of our half-dead
bride! What, in the name ad all the gods, can it mean, I wonder?"
"I have given up wondering," said Sir Norman, in the same
helpless tone. "And if the earth was to open and swallow London
up, I should not be the least surprised. One thing is certain:
the lady we are seeking and that page are one and the same."
"And yet La Masque told you she was two miles from the city, in
the haunted ruin; and La Masque most assuredly knows."
"I have no doubt she is there. I shall not be the least
astonished if I find her in every street between this and
Newgate."
"Really, it is a most singular affair! First you see her in the
magic caldron; then we find her dead; then, when within an ace of
being buried, she comes to life; then we leave her lifeless as a
marble statue, shut up in your room, and fifteen minutes after,
she vanishes as mysteriously as a fairy in a nursery legend.
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