Look at that book, sir; there it is; the
stars have told me so."
"You have got my five shillings, sir; but say what you like, all
the wather in the ocean wouldn't wash her clear of the ould
dancin'-masther."
In the course of a few minutes a beautiful peasant girl entered the
room, her face mantled with blushes, and took her seat on the chair as
the others had done, and remained for some time silent, and apparently
panting with agitation.
"What is your name, my pretty girl?" asked the conjurer.
"Grace Davoren," replied the girl.
"And what do you wish to know from me, Miss Davoren?"
"O, don't call me miss, sir; I'm but a poor girl."
The conjurer looked into his book for a few minutes, and then, raising
his head, and fixing his eyes upon her, replied--
"Yes, I will call you miss, because I have looked into your fate, and I
see that there is great good fortune before you."
The young creature blushed again and smiled with something like
confidence, but seemed rather at a loss what to say, or how to proceed.
"From your extraordinary beauty you must have a great many admirers,
Miss Davoren.
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