ursting out upon me.

    I must keep to my post,  cly countenance—till lips forbidden to unclose—t, no dip my er, and rickling gore. I must see t of t; t, antique tapestry round me, and gro old bed, and quiver strangely over t cabinet opposite—o tles, eacs separate panel as in a frame; op rose an ebon crucifix and a dying C.

    According as ting obscurity and flickering gleam   bent . Jo  gre of tening a revelation of traitor—of Satan e’s form.

    Amidst all to listen as co listen for ts of t or t since Mr. Rocer’s visit it seemed spellbound: all t I  t tervals,—a step creak, a momentary renehe snarling, canine noise, and a deep human groan.

    ts  lived incarnate in tered mansion, and could neit mystery, t broke out no t ?  creature , t, masked in an ordinary ered the voice, now of a mocking demon, and anon of a carrion-seeking bird of prey?

    And t over—t stranger—  made er of t an untimely season,  beloreacly submit to t Mr. Rocer enforced? er enforce t?  raged, ted against; and bottempts o Mr. Rocer; t tuous ter e sness of t  t in tercourse, tion of tually influenced by tive energy of ter’s dismay rol like a c might fall on an oak?

    O forget  a blo forget rembled er  and ter.

    “ lingered and lingered—as my bleeding patient drooped, moaned, sickened: and neiter to Mason’s ing salts: my efforts seemed ineffectual: eital suffering, or loss of blood, or all t prostrating rengt, I feared  I mig even speak to him.

    ted at last,  out; as it