Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 96: what you’re looking at

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94 THE EMERALD NECKLACE. pocket of bis coat an instrument that resembled a compass» and on which some curious figures were engraved; he mur- mured some unintelligible words, and placed it in the center of the ball. - “<JT was seized with a violent trembling and a kind of hor- ror, which greatly increased on his offer to show me, if I wished, a distant friend, and, also, what he was at that mo- ment doing. My father had long been ill, and I had not been to see him for some weeks; the sudden wish to see him oyer- came all myscruples. No sooner had I formed this wish than Isaw my father-in a mirror; he was.reclining in a chair taking his usual nap. As I had somewhat doubted the power of the old gentleman, I was frozen with terror, and, feeling very ill, begged him instantly to descend. He complied: and on parting with him he said: “ Remember you are the slave of the man of the mirror.” I returned home at night, unhappy, restless, and fearful, and full of thoughts of the stranger. For three months I have never ceased to feel his power.” - “Dr. Arnold asked the patient in what manner the old man exercised the influence over him. Throwing a suspicious glance on the doctor, he took him by the arm, led him through two or three rooms, and at length into the garden, when he exclaimed :—‘It is useless; nothing can hide us from him; every place is open to him; he sees and hears us now.’ : “T requested him, said the doctor, to show me the mysteri- ous individual who saw and heard us. He replied, with much agitation —‘ Have I not told you that he lives in the ball un- der the cross of St. Peter’s—that he only comes down in the churchyard, and to go and dine in the dark alley? Since _ that fatal meeting with the necromancer—for I cannot call him by any other name—he constantly attracts me within his mirror, sees me thus at all hours of the day, and reads my most secret thoughts. I have the terrible consciousness that no act of my life escapes his knowledge, and that there is no spot in which I can be hidden from him.’ “To the doctor’s observation that the darkness of night ought to protect him against the machinations, he replied: ‘I know what you would say, but you are wrong, Ihave only spoken to you of the mirror, but in a corner of the building the magician showed me a great clock, and I comiclooks.com