I divine--I reveal.

Beautiful one, what is future I show." Hylda's eyes looked at the poor creature eagerly, pathetically.

If it could only be, if she could but see one step ahead! If the veil could but be lifted! She dropped some silver into the folds of the gazelle-skin and waved the Gipsy away.

"There is darkness, it is all dark, beautiful one," cried the woman after her, "but it shall be light.
I show--I reveal!" Inside these Palace walls there was a revealer of more merit, as she so well and bitterly knew.

He could raise the veil--a dark and dangerous necromancer, with a flinty heart and a hand that had waited long to strike.