t this moment one impression which this person made
upon me--that she did not wash so often as four times a year, and that
the _same old dirt_ was upon her face that had been crusted there at the
time of my previous visit. There seemed no change in the room, except
that _two_ tapers, and each larger than the one I had previously seen,
were burning upon the table. The curtain was down as before, and when it
suddenly rose, after a few minutes spent in waiting, and the blood-red
woman stood in the vacant space, all seemed so exactly as it had done on
the previous visit, that it would have been no difficult matter to
believe the past three months a mere imagination, and this the same
first visit renewed.
"The illusion, such as it was, did not last long, however. The sorceress
fixed her eyes full upon me, with the red flame seeming to play through
the eyeballs as it had before done through her cheeks, and said, in a
voice lower, more sad and broken, than it had been when addressing me on
the previous occasion:
"'Young American, I have sent for you, and you have done well to come.
Do not fear--'
"'I do _not_ fear--you, or any one!' I answered, a little piqued that
she should have drawn any such impression from my appearance. I may have
been uttering a fib of magnificent proportions at the moment, but one
has a right to deny cowardice to the last gasp, whatever else he must
admit.
"'You do not? It is well, then!' she said in reply, and in the same low,
sad voice. 'You will have courage, then, perhaps, to see what I will
show you from the land of shadows.'
"'Whom does it concern?' I asked. 'Myself or some other?'
"'Yourself, and many others--all the world!' uttered the lips of flame.
'It is of your country that I would show you.'
"'My country? God of heaven! what has happened to my country?' broke
from my lips almost before I knew what I was uttering. I suppose the
words came almost like a groan, for I had been deeply anxious over the
state of affairs known to exist at home, and perhaps I can be nearer to
a weeping child when I think of any ill to my own beloved land, than I
could be for any other evil threatened in the world.
"'But a moment more, and you shall see!' said the sorceress. Then she
added: 'You have a friend here present. Shall he too look on what I have
to reveal, or will you behold it alone?'
"'Let him see!' I answered. 'My native land may fall into ruin, but she
can never be ashamed!'
"'So
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