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Eep and awful vengeance for the past. Beware of the grandchild of
Zenith, the gypsy--beware, Olivia, for yourself and your son!" "Is this
all?" Olivia said, in a constrained, hard voice. "All I have to say to
you--the rest is for Everard. My son, on the night of your birth an
Eastern astrologer came to this house and cast your horoscope. He gave
that horoscope to me at day-dawn and departed, and from that hour to
this I have neither seen nor heard of him. Before reading your future in
the stars he looked into my palm and told me the past--told me the story
of Zenith and her wrongs--told me what no one under heaven but myself
knew. My boy, the revelation of that night has blighted my life--broken
my heart! The unutterable horror of your future has brought my gray
hairs to the grave. Oh, my son! what will become of you when I am gone?"
"What was it, papa?" the lad asked. "What has the future in store for
me?" A convulsive spasm distorted the livid face; the eye-
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