BOOK SEVENTH.
CHAPTER 1. THE DANGER OF CONFIDING ONE'S SECRET TO A GOAT.
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"You have a marvellous memory!" said Fleur-de-Lys, to
the petrified gypsy. Then, bursting into sobs: "Oh!" she
stammered mournfully, hiding her face in both her beautiful
hands, "she is a magician!" And she heard another and a
still more bitter voice at the bottom of her heart, saying,--
"She is a rival!"
She fell fainting.
"My daughter! my daughter!" cried the terrified mother.
"Begone, you gypsy of hell!"
In a twinkling, La Esmeralda gathered up the unlucky
letters, made a sign to Djali, and went out through one door,
while Fleur-de-Lys was being carried out through the other.
Captain Phoebus, on being left alone, hesitated for a moment
between the two doors, then he followed the gypsy.
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