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NIGHTMARE ABBEY.
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"Your daughter!" exclaimed Scythrop, and Mr. and Mrs. Hilary.
"Yes," said Mr. Toobad, "my daughter Celinda."
Marionetta opened her eyes and fixed them on Celinda. Celinda, in return, fixed hers on Marionetta. They were at remote points of the apartment. Scythrop was equidistant from both of them, central and motionless, like Mahomet's coffin.
"Mr. Glowry," said Mr. Toobad, "can you tell by what means my daughter came here?"
"I know no more," said Mr. Glowry, "than the Great Mogul."
"Mr. Scythrop," said Mr. Toobad, "how came my daughter here?"
"I did not know, Sir, that the lady was your daughter."
"But how came she here?"
