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trusted, my dear.

trusted, my dear. There is but one man who really loves you. He is an old man, a man of station. He is your only true friend. I here see it marked. He crosses her hand, and says there can be no mistaking it. With that man, fair girl, you may escape the dark destiny. But, above all things, do not treat him coldly. And here i see by the sign that anna bonard is not your name. The name was given you by a wizard. You are right, old man, speaks anna, raising thoughtfully her great black eyes, as the antiquary pauses and watches each change of her countenance that name was given me by hag zogbaum, when i was a child in her den, in new york, and when no one cared for me. What my right