The Slave Sculptor — page 53: what you’re looking at

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ESCAPE OF MAZINA. 55 and was illumined witha bright light. Here on a couch lay Mazina. She started as they entered, and exclaimed: *** Oh, tell me! is Maxtla dead? Do not keep me in suspense. Where is he?”’ Sg ap emqueanyeet ‘*T have brought you a person who will and I hope you will show more judgment for time to come, make so much ado, I may as well tell you one time as another, that his life is forfeited by his own foolishness in opposing our purposes. No power can avert the fate which he has courted. If you are wise, you wil exhibit less opposition to my commands, and show more re- spect for my wishes in time to come.’’ Mazina groaned in the anguish of her soul. - Four days passed — dismal, relentless days, in which the oe disheartened, and harrowed with the terible suspense attending the of him she loved so well, her condition was deplorable. Toluca been absent from the caves much of the time, and she was re- ed of his detested cEF Duting all these the SN, er apparently not more than half-witted, her part in the drama in such a way as elicted the apprcvbation of Toluca, Ten days ela was quite well, or, at least, affected Mazina recognized him as being the priest, whom she had £0 oft- en seen in the park surrounding Lord Ahuitzol’s palace. With a comiicbooks.com