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82 THE SLAVE SCULPTOR. Lord Abuitzol immediately entered the palace. As Le di Meztli’s grief suddenly changed to a wicked, triumphant smile; her lip curled contemptuously, and she cast a searchmg glance either way along the corridor. ; “ Thus far,’ she remarked, ‘‘ I have succeeded, agd my prospects are reese Mazina is safely disposed of for the present, and now for further conquests. Ha! ha! ha!’’ she laughed sneering- ly; ‘* they do not tamper with me, J am a slave — so he said, yet I will bring that in — Toluca, to my feet. i ee Saat ly for mercy. What sound is that?’’ and she listened. - It was the royal heralds, and her ear caught every word. * Life — Liperty, and POWER! to the informant!” cautiously away from the unconscious that she had left a dark figure, crouched on roof, directly above where she had been standing. She passed from the park and hurried forward with all possible speed. Ere long, she stood in the reyal ante-chamber, awaiting an ¥ CHAPTER VIL terials, knit or woven tightly together, until they formed cafes $0” aeanent-the eobaiaeest hich the bottom of the lake. Gradually islands times eg oar eee comicldooks.com