Chapter 1
_ A large party were assembled in the drawing room of Greendale, Sir John Greendale‘s picturesque old mansion house. It was early in September. The men had returned from shooting, and the guests were gathered in the drawing room； in the pleasant half hour of dusk when the lamps have not yet been lighted, though it is already too dark to read. The conversation was general, and from the latest news from India had drifted into the subject of the Italian belief in the Mal Occhio.
"Do you believe in it, Captain Mallett?" asked Bertha, Sir John‘s only child, a girl of sixteen； who was nestled in an easy chair next to that in which the man she addressed was sitting.
"I don‘t know, Bertha."
He had known her from childhood, and she had not yet reached an age when the formal "Miss Greendale" was incumbent upon her acquaintances.
"I do not believe in the Italian superstition to anything like the extent they carry it. I don‘t think I should believe it at all if it were not

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