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| | A Visit to Ceylon, by Ernst Haeckel, Chapter 12 |
 | | But I was much startled when the flicketing light of a cocoa-nut-oil lamp fell on four witches' faces, each more wrinkled and hideous than the last. |
 | | If they had been but three, I could have mistaken them for the three Phorcydes, the witches of the classical Sabbat, and might have made myself agreeable to them after the fashion of Mephistopheles. |
 | | I could only beg them to return next day; I could not, indeed, promise the photographs, but I might satisfy their scientific thirst by a little lecture in my laboratory. |
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