"Is Miss Levice in?" asked the voice that made the little candle-light seem like myriads of swimming stars. As the maid answered in the affirmative, she came mechanically forward and met the bright-glancing eyes of Dr. Kemp.
"Good-evening," she said, holding out her disengaged hand, which he grasped and shook heartily.
"Is it Santa Filomena?" he asked, smiling into her eyes.
"No, only Ruth Levice, who is pleased to see you. Will you step into the library? We are having a little home evening together."
"Thank you. Directly." He slipped out of his topcoat, and turning quietly to her, said, "But before we go in, and I enact the odd number, I wish to say a few words to you alone, please."
She bent a look of inquiry upon him, and meeting the gaze of his compelling eyes, led him across the hall into the drawing-room. He noticed how the soft light she held made her the only white spot in the dark room, till, touching a tall silver lamp, she threw a rosy halo over everything. That it was an exquisite, graceful apartment he felt at a glance.
She placed her candle upon a tiny rococo table, and seated herself in a quaint, low chair overtopped by two tiny ivory horns that spread like hands of blessing above her head. The doctor declined to sit down, but stood with one hand upon the fragile table and looked down at her.
"I am inclined to think, after all," he said slowly, "that you are in truth the divine lady with the light. It is a pretty name and a pretty fame, --that of Santa Filomena."
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to peer through the fog ahead, he turned and descended
forth with couched spears. Charging at full run down upon
castle, a light shone dimly from the windows of the great
but with the quickness of a tigress the old woman was upon
the light upon them. They led upward. He mounted cautiously,
“Women have never been his prey; that also will be spoken
just as the knight's sword passed through the throat of
from a king's gibbet. And thou knowst it, and he too, as
to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the
to move a finger or to cry out; but only for an instant,
composed. When we reached Lemuy we had much difficulty
By evening it will have been accomplished; and, as the