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“There will be two damned nations, if that programme is carried out,” said the sleeping man, in tones musical and calm, as if he was discussing the merits of a play rather than prophesying the fate and destinies of Empires. For a moment there was silence. At length Ravalette spoke— “And now my turn. What, O sleeper! what of me?” The seer smiled blandly, stretched forth his hands toward both the tall personage and the Enigma. They went forward, grasped the sleeper’s hands in their own, and— “The Enmity of Ages is ended!” “It is ended!” repeated the tall one. “It is finished! Thy work is done—and mine— and thine”—indicating Ravalette—said the seer. “Henceforward, there is rest for the weary— there is rest for thee! No longer doomed to walk the earth, we three quit it. Our paths diverge from this moment. Above our heads is a scroll, on which is written— ‘Y� ��� �� H���� ���!’ ” “Thank Heaven!” said Dhoula Bel. “Thank Heaven!” repeated the Stranger. “It is finished!” said Beverly, and, as he spoke, Dhoula Bel moved behind the screen, and, the