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Rh give them what form it will. I marvel at none of the wild beliefs in the Hartz mountains: fire is the element of the spiritual, and who can tell what strange visitings there may be during the midnight hours that the charcoal-burner sits watching the fitful and subtle mystery of flame? Sir Jasper gazed on these grotesque combinations till their shadows seemed almost palpable upon his wearied spirits. He felt himself growing fanciful and superstitious; a pale, sad face, wearing first the likeness of Ethel, and then changing to that of Henrietta, but fixed and distorted, appeared distinct in the obscurity. The large eyes sought his own, as if asking for help, and yet unable to do more than look their mute asking. Funeral pageants floated on the air, dark, vague, but terrible, with that white face predominant in all. Sir Jasper started from his chair, ashamed of the sick fancies that had, for the moment, overmastered him. He approached the window to dissipate them in the fair face of heaven: the evening had closed in during his reverie,