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"Signor Inglese," said the voice of Zicci as Glyndon, pale, wan, and silent, returned passively the joyous greeting of Merton, "Signor Inglese, I told your friend we should meet to-night; you see you have not foiled my prediction." "But how, but where?" stammered Merton, in great confusion and surprise.

The enthusiast was rapt from this earth; and he would have surrendered all that beauty ever promised, that mortal hope ever whispered, for one hour with Zicci beyond the portals of the visible world. He rose, oppressed and fevered with the new thoughts that raged within him, and threw open his casement for air.

You see, sir, that were it not for that prophecy which you desired to frustrate, your friend would, ere this time, have been a corpse; one minute more, and the vapor had done its work. Adieu! good night and pleasant dreams." "But, my preserver, you will not leave us," said Glyndon, anxiously, and speaking for the first time. "Will you not return with us?" Zicci paused, and drew Glyndon aside.

These men, who alone seemed awake in Naples, were Zicci and the mysterious stranger, who had but an hour or two ago startled the Prince di in his voluptuous palace.

"I have won, you see," said Zicci: "may we be friends still?" "Signor," said the Prince, obviously struggling with angel and confusion, "the victory is already yours. But, pardon me, you have spoken lightly of this young girl, will anything tempt you to yield your claim?" "Ah, do not think so ill of my gallantry." "Enough," said the Prince, forcing a smile, "I yield.

As may be well supposed, his friend listened to his account of his interview with Zicci with a half-suppressed and ironical smile. "Excellent, my dear friend! This Zicci is another Apollonius of Tyana, nothing less will satisfy you.

The strange visit and yet more strange departure of Mejnour filled the breast of the Neapolitan with awe and wonder, against which all the haughty arrogance and learned scepticism of his maturer manhood combated in vain. The apparition of Mejnour served, indeed, to invest Zicci with a character in which the Prince had not hitherto regarded him.

"You seek Zicci," said the stranger, "he will be here anon; but perhaps he whom you see before you is more connected with your destiny, and more disposed to realize your dreams." "Hath the earth then another Zicci?" "If not," replied the stranger, "why do you cherish the hope and the wild faith to be yourself a Zicci? Think you that none others have burned with the same godlike dream?

That beautiful face, bathed in blushes, drooped upon his bosom; and. as he bent down, his lips sought the rosy mouth, a long and burning kiss. Danger, life, the world were forgotten! Suddenly Zicci tore himself from her. "Oh! what have I said? It is gone, my power to preserve thee, to guard thee, to foresee the storm in thy skies, is gone forever. No matter!

In spite of his love for Isabel, and his natural terror of such a rival, he felt himself irresistibly drawn towards the very man he had most cause to suspect and dread. It was like the fascination of the basilisk. He held out his hand to Zicci, saying, "Well, then, if we are to be rivals, our swords must settle our rights; till then I would fain be friends." "Friends!