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In the Temple of Fate.
Yva glanced at me, and in her eyes I read tenderness and solicitude, also something of inquiry.

It seemed to me as though she were wondering what I should do under circumstances that might, or would, arise, and in some secret fashion of which I was but half conscious, drawing an answer from my soul.

Then she turned, and, smiling in her dazzling way, said: "So, Bickley, as usual, you did not believe?
Because you did not see him, therefore the Lord Oro, my father, never spoke with Humphrey.
As though the Lord Oro could not pass you without your knowledge, or, perchance, send thoughts clothed in his own shape to work his errand." "How do you know that I did not believe Arbuthnot's story ?" Bickley asked in a rather cross voice and avoiding the direct issue.

"Do you also send thoughts to work your errands clothed in your own shape, Lady Yva ?" "Alas! not so, though perhaps I could if I might.