Adieu, and--forever!" She waved her hand and flitted away, uttering the last word under her breath.
Mr.Parmalee watched her out of sight, heaved a heavy sigh, and went back to the house.
Swiftly Sybilla Silver fluttered along in the chill evening wind, her face to the sunset sky.

But not the pale luster of that February sunset lighted her dark face with that lurid light--the flame burned within.

Two fierce red spots blazed on either cheek: her eyes glowed like living coals; her hands were clinched under her shawl.
"She will be there," she whispered, under her breath--"she will be there, but she never will return.

By the wrongs of the dead, by the vengeance I have sworn, this night shall be her last on earth.

And he shall pay the penalty--my oath will be kept, the astrologer's prediction fulfilled, and Zenith the gypsy avenged!".