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Chapter X.
Return.
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ONSTANT looking upon white beads, in glittering contrast with their dark ground, had affected Nattie's brain. Her head was unsteady and full of rushing sounds, and her eyes saw double, or saw all things in a confused glimmer. She wandered about, pressing her hand to her forehead, rubbing her eyes, or plucking at her ears.
"How strange I feel!" she said, one day. "Black-bird, I wish that you would let me take that little piece of a looking-glass which you carry in your pocket, and are so much afraid that some-
