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a a a ae THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. in aii eee PRRNANDA. “'Well—a fortnight ago,” said Melmoth, in a Mus'ng tone. “But have you heard or read, since your return, of certain atrocities committed in church-yar}s,—how the dead have been dug up and horribly mutilated——” “‘Yes—I have read of those frightful proceed- ings,” observed Tim, with a cold shudder. “Have you done aught more shocking—more revolting— more unaccountably damnable than the freaks which the unknown monster has performed ?” “Ah! I see that you are not fitted to hear my tale,” said Melmoth, almost contemptuously. “Why not? Oh! but Iam,” exclaimed Mea- gles, his curiosity now becoming acutely painful and poignantly torturing. “ Come—proceed.” “And if I relate deeds as frigitful as those to which a faint allusion ere now made you shudder visibly ——” “1 shall not be shocked--I am prepared for them now.” if Y: AT, 7 «' a i a i, . = ioe vay a, = a 5 = 7 7 aa eh Oe ee a De ee a ee tien ei ee | > om ms ee, | hated "Tis well. Would you like to know, before { begin, who was the perpetrator of those bor | the fiend that committed those ghastly deeds? so, I can tell you—for I know him-———” * ) “Who is he ?” said Meagies, his knees-quivering and his teeth chattering with cold horror. “I!” was the terrible answer. . Tim Meagles bounded upon his seat, as if suddenly galvanised—or as if a frightfal pang had ‘ suddenly shot through his entire frame. “I told you, sir,” said Melmoth, with a ferocious. coolness, “that you were not half prepared to listen to such a history as mine. Farewell: I wil” depart !”—and he rose from his seat with a gesture: . of impatience. “ No— stay, I conjure you,” exclaimed Meagies, now recovering himself: then, swallowing twe bumpers of wine the one close upon the other, he ' said, “Pardon the excitement which I manifested —and believe me now when I solemnly aver that. | a — COUN COMNMUCLIOO