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Under her son's roof--after the death of his wife--she reigned a supre herself alike on her close attention to her doels and spirits She would hold long colloquys with the spirit of her dead husband before anybody who happened to be present--colloquys which struck the simple spectators mute with terror To hertoo sacred and too beautiful to be tried by the mean and matter-of-fact tests set up by society She wrote for us little formulas of prayer and praise, which ere to use e met and e parted, day by day She sole consecrated creatures, walking unconsciously on a heavenly path of their ohose beginning was on earth, but whose bright end was aineher with tears of despair that I was determined to die, rather than let er be astonished at the hospitality which threw open to me the sanctuary of Dathe old wo, I said to her (with a boy's sense of honor), "I won't tell upon you, Dame My mother shan't know that you hid me in your bedroom"

The Sibyl laid her dry, fleshless hand on hly back into the chair froh and through me with her fierce black eyes "Do you dare suppose that I ever did anything that I was ashamed of? Do you think I am ashamed of what I have done now? Wait there Your mother may mistake reat round spectacles with tortoise-shell ried, whenever she was at a loss for an expression, she looked over her shoulder, as if so what she wrote; consulted the spirit of her husband, exactly as she

"There!" she said, handing ence "His mind and my mind are written there Go, boy I pardon you Give my letter to your mother"