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96. REYNOLDS’ WORKS down the long dark hair of her slave, at the same time thanking her for what she naturally conceived to be a proof of her affectionate devotion. . The messengers and the interpreter took their departure. from the villa, but it was not until a late hour on this memo- rable night that the inmates retired to rest, for alike in the drawing-room and in the servants’ hall there was much to converse upon. On the following day Madame Angelique reappeared in that neighbourhood, for under all the circumstances which are known to the reader, she was deeply and painfully anxious to ascertain what progress Sagoonah was making in the dia- bolical enterprise she had undertaken, — whether it was as yet carried out, and if not, when it would be. The ayah — more or less suspecting that the infamous woman would thus seek her, and wanting to be so sought — was on the lookout. She approached the fence where their colloquies were wont to be held, and Madame Angelique flew thither. At first she thought, by the cold, rigid, statue-like air of the darkly beautiful Hindu, that the deed was already accomplished; in fact, so confident was she that such would be the announce- ment she was on the point of hearing that she experienced an inward feeling of savage joy. Sagoonah seemed to pene- trate what was passing in her mind, for she said in that voice of monotonous coldness which she so often was wont to adopt, ‘‘ You are exulting without a cause; the Lady Indora yet lives, and is likely to live long.” ‘‘Sagoonah — my dear Sagoonah —these words from your lips!’’ exclaimed Madame Angelique, in mingled disappoint- ment and dismay. ‘Yes, those words from my lips,’ responded the ayah, coldly as before. ‘‘ Last night the terrible project which you yourself suggested was put in train, and it failed. I tell you that the Lady Indora possesses a charmed life,” continued Sagoonah, with a sudden emphasis half-solemn and half of passionate vehemence, ‘‘ and Heaven itself manifests its power on her behalf. To meditate further mischief against her would be to fight against the deities themselves. I will not again dare such an unholy strife. Ask me not for de- tails, — I will give none.” ‘““ But you must—you must,” exclaimed Madame Ange- lique, “for yesterday I visited the gardens after you had ? ECORNICLIOOKS (E(0)