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Crawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion), 1854-1909

"The Witch of Prague"


"Whom shall I ask?" she inquired contemptuously, as she rose to her
feet.
The dull, glassy eyes sought hers in painful perplexity, following her
face as she moved.
"I do not know," answered the powerless man.
Unorna came close to him and laid her hand upon his head.
"Sleep, until I wake you," she said.
The eyelids drooped and closed at her command, and instantly the man's
breathing became heavy and regular. Unorna's full lips curled as she
looked down at him.
"And you would be my master!" she exclaimed.
Then she turned and disappeared among the plants, leaving him alone.

CHAPTER V
Unorna passed through a corridor which was, indeed, only a long balcony
covered in with arches and closed with windows against the outer air.
At the farther end three steps descended to a dark door, through the
thickness of a massive wall, showing that at this point Unorna's house
had at some former time been joined with another building beyond, with
which it thus formed one habitation. Unorna paused, holding the key
as though hesitating whether she should put it into the lock. It was
evident that much depended upon her decision, for her face expressed
the anxiety she felt. Once she turned away, as though to abandon her
intention, hesitated, and then, with an impatient frown, opened the
door and went in. She passed through a small, well-lighted vestibule and
entered the room beyond.


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