THE ENCHANTED HAT
Then she cried suddenly: "Has any thing happened to my brother?"
"Brother? Not that I know. It is you!"
"What?" She inclined toward me, and for a moment the door ceased to gravitate outward.
"You possess a terrible enemy, known or unknown."
"An enemy? . . . I haven't the least idea, sir, what the meaning of this hoax can—"
"Hoax!" I interrupted. "It isn't a hoax; it is frightfully serious, as you will soon learn, if you will only be so kind as to give me a few moments of your attention."
There spread over her beautiful face
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