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Letters from Mayjorca. 285 with the poetic glare I have learned to dread. He looks at you evidently without seeing you. You have an uncomfortable feeling of being transparent, and that he is looking through you into infinite space. I never had this feeling of transparency communicated to me except once in the drawing-room of Madame Moscheles, whose beautiful white head for me is surrounded by a halo, because she was the friend of Mendelssohn. There I met a lady I had never seen before, who told fate, fortune and character by the lines in the hand; told my past and present so accurately that I trembled lest all the weaknesses and indiscretions of my nature should be brought to light. Either these were not = — ——— ! { | Ki } | } | Hl | i; | | | i | ii) i} | i ’ ' ' i} Mae a} N ah “ ——— | enh i} —7 4 | ¢ ™~ { i} aa J i } Gi a 4S ‘ ‘tal i uy] W ig OMtne } 4 a) an SY | f a be | Hb 4 t — VG DAA B Pee Sastry Sper BT a : a ’ Bitte! 8 Wu tf, ,t i) BexaPU ANTE Hl j “ih HN ass as it eae 0 ' | ii’ (lh lL | OA! air iit 45 ive We 1 ——— ~ ~] = ir ih == th . Wy), = ——— dt \ Malfurion = — — i : t , VA y ; ‘ws —an Wwe eee TTT TED MNT TIAMAT , PODITT Preceroe ee THE LONJA. recorded, or she was merciful. She also revealed my future, but that I keep to myself. It contained some lovely bits, which I will not spoil by anticipation. One other fortune or fate she ‘‘ cast,” that of a young man who played the piano marvellously, and seemed altogether a very original character. Our soothsayer was a very Sybil. Before five minutes were over I watched him turn pale. Two minutes more, and he withdrew his hand altogether. ‘“‘It is too strong,” he said, translating the French expression into English. ‘‘ You tell me what no one on earth knows but myself. I cannot let you goon. You are exposing my life.” He seemed really alarmed. The Sybil: a charming, delicate woman, with pale, quiet face and calm manners: replied that she could only disclose what his hand taught her: and the séance ended. CoOnniclooolks (SO