I have reason to know she had a child--whether boy or girl I can not tell.

To that child the inheritance of hatred and revenge will fall; that child, some inward prescience tells me, will wreak deep 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.