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The Evil Eye; Or, The Black Spector

CHAPTER XIX
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Yes, unquestionably that must be the true meaning of it; but, be it so for the present; the future is a different question.

My plans are laid, and I will put them into operation according as circumstances may guide me." Whatever those plans were, he seemed to have completed them in his own mind.

The darkness departed from his brow; his face assumed its usual expression; and, having satisfied himself by the contemplation of his future course of action, he walked at his usual pace out of the garden.
"Egad," thought Barney, "I'm half a prophet, but I can say no more than I've said.

There's mischief in the wind; but whether against Masther Charles or his mother, is a puzzle to me.

What a dutiful son, too! A she-devil! Well, upon my sowl, if he weren't her son I could forgive him for that, because it hits her off to a hair--but from the lips of a son! O, the blasted scoundrel! Well, no matther, there's a sharp pair of eyes upon him; and that's all I can say at present." When the medical attendant called that day to see his patient he found, on examining Charles, and feeling his pulse, that he was decidedly and rapidly on the recovery.


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