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It was the eve of the marriage-day of Prince Andras Zilah and Mademoiselle Marsa Laszlo, and Marsa sat alone in her chamber, where the white robes she was to wear next day were spread out on the bed; alone for the last time-to-morrow she would be another's.
The fiery Tzigana, who felt in her heart, implacable as it was to evil and falsehood, all