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20 THE SLAVE SCULPTOR. CHAPTER Iv. THE SLAVE GIRL ON THE ALERT. Leavixa these two villains, let us return to Metzli, and follow her, after un left the naieny, r : _ Instead of entering the palace, as olncs supposed, she passed, en- _ tirely around the building, yet remained upon balcony, and ap- roached nearer to him without being detected. In this close prox- ity, she listened to the audible words which he uttered, and watched him until he entered the gree Then. with all possible dispatch, she descended to the park, secreting herself where she could wateh his movements. She oe steps to oe stone house, marked the locality, and returned to the palace undetected. Gliding along the great hall, she ancended the erund ealaaage “4ll Inet ane leading into Mazina’s apartment. Her features indicated acute sufferin Her limbs trembled, her breath was fitful, and she leaned j the wall for support. One moment only she hesitated; nerves appeared to recover. She cautiously the the ‘gous: tewsliig ‘of one ta cbeeps” gen one in : There lay Mazina upon her couch. Her and her cheeks were ashen-pale. One arm lay while the other lay across her bosom, as white as ter. Meztli gazed upon the sleeper with a fixed purpose to her some vengeance; for had not Mazina come between man to whom she had given her very soul’s life? But that ful face disarmed her; and a low groan which then escaped lips, sent a great pang of pity to the heart of the slave. in her eyes as she stole from the roum. : Mazina awoke as the girl out. She seemed half conscious a guardian t which filled breast strength ag she became fully awake. 7 The locket upon her bosom attracted her attention. What was the curious thing? She had never before seen such an ornament up- on any Aztec’s breast. Where diditcome from? she queried. Press- ing its neck, up flew the lid, and then disclosed to her startled vision was an exquisitely painted face. It was of a woman; and oh, how like Mazina’s own features! It was wondrous — as if it was her, as she would be, if years had added to her womanly graces. Verily it 5 i i ff f gf i: ‘4 a g i Hl laf i conmniclbooks.com