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When
the
room
had
been
cleared
there
appeared
a
new
figure
upon
the
scene
.
This
was
a
tall
,
thin
person
clad
in
black
,
with
a
gaunt
and
austere
face
.
The
aspect
of
the
man
made
me
shudder
.
His
clothes
were
all
shining
with
grease
and
mottled
with
stains
.
He
bore
himself
with
a
slow
and
impressive
dignity
,
as
if
he
took
command
of
all
things
from
the
instant
of
his
entrance
.
In
spite
of
his
rude
appearance
and
sordid
dress
,
it
was
now
his
business
,
his
room
,
his
to
command
.
He
carried
a
coil
of
light
ropes
over
his
left
forearm
.
The
lady
looked
him
up
and
down
with
a
searching
glance
,
but
her
expression
was
unchanged
.
It
was
confident
—
even
defiant
.
But
it
was
very
different
with
the
priest
.
His
face
was
ghastly
white
,
and
I
saw
the
moisture
glisten
and
run
on
his
high
,
sloping
forehead
.
He
threw
up
his
hands
in
prayer
and
he
stooped
continually
to
mutter
frantic
words
in
the
lady
’
s
ear
.
The
man
in
black
now
advanced
,
and
taking
one
of
the
cords
from
his
left
arm
,
he
bound
the
woman
’
s
hands
together
.
She
held
them
meekly
toward
him
as
he
did
so
.
Then
he
took
her
arm
with
a
rough
grip
and
led
her
toward
the
wooden
horse
,
which
was
little
higher
than
her
waist
.
On
to
this
she
was
lifted
and
laid
,
with
her
back
upon
it
,
and
her
face
to
the
ceiling
,
while
the
priest
,
quivering
with
horror
,
had
rushed
out
of
the
room
.
The
woman
’
s
lips
were
moving
rapidly
,
and
though
I
could
hear
nothing
I
knew
that
she
was
praying
.
Her
feet
hung
down
on
either
side
of
the
horse
,
and
I
saw
that
the
rough
varlets
in
attendance
had
fastened
cords
to
her
ankles
and
secured
the
other
ends
to
iron
rings
in
the
stone
floor
.
My
heart
sank
within
me
as
I
saw
these
ominous
preparations
,
and
yet
I
was
held
by
the
fascination
of
horror
,
and
I
could
not
take
my
eyes
from
the
strange
spectacle
.
A
man
had
entered
the
room
with
a
bucket
of
water
in
either
hand
.
Another
followed
with
a
third
bucket
.
They
were
laid
beside
the
wooden
horse
.
The
second
man
had
a
wooden
dipper
—
a
bowl
with
a
straight
handle
—
in
his
other
hand
.
This
he
gave
to
the
man
in
black
.
At
the
same
moment
one
of
the
varlets
approached
with
a
dark
object
in
his
hand
,
which
even
in
my
dream
filled
me
with
a
vague
feeling
of
familiarity
.
It
was
a
leathern
filler
.
With
horrible
energy
he
thrust
it
—
but
I
could
stand
no
more
.
My
hair
stood
on
end
with
horror
.
I
writhed
,
I
struggled
,
I
broke
through
the
bonds
of
sleep
,
and
I
burst
with
a
shriek
into
my
own
life
,
and
found
myself
lying
shivering
with
terror
in
the
huge
library
,
with
the
moonlight
flooding
through
the
window
and
throwing
strange
silver
and
black
traceries
upon
the
opposite
wall
.
Oh
,
what
a
blessed
relief
to
feel
that
I
was
back
in
the
nineteenth
century
—
back
out
of
that
mediaeval
vault
into
a
world
where
men
had
human
hearts
within
their
bosoms
.
I
sat
up
on
my
couch
,
trembling
in
every
limb
,
my
mind
divided
between
thankfulness
and
horror
.
To
think
that
such
things
were
ever
done
—
that
they
could
be
done
without
God
striking
the
villains
dead
.
Was
it
all
a
fantasy
,
or
did
it
really
stand
for
something
which
had
happened
in
the
black
,
cruel
days
of
the
world
’
s
history
?
I
sank
my
throbbing
head
upon
my
shaking
hands
.
And
then
,
suddenly
,
my
heart
seemed
to
stand
still
in
my
bosom
,
and
I
could
not
even
scream
,
so
great
was
my
terror
.
Something
was
advancing
toward
me
through
the
darkness
of
the
room
.
It
is
a
horror
coming
upon
a
horror
which
breaks
a
man
’
s
spirit
.
I
could
not
reason
,
I
could
not
pray
;
I
could
only
sit
like
a
frozen
image
,
and
glare
at
the
dark
figure
which
was
coming
down
the
great
room
.
And
then
it
moved
out
into
the
white
lane
of
moonlight
,
and
I
breathed
once
more
.
It
was
Dacre
,
and
his
face
showed
that
he
was
as
frightened
as
myself
.
"
Was
that
you
?
For
God
’
s
sake
what
’
s
the
matter
?
"
he
asked
in
a
husky
voice
.
"
Oh
,
Dacre
,
I
am
glad
to
see
you
!
I
have
been
down
into
hell
.
It
was
dreadful
.
"
"
Then
it
was
you
who
screamed
?
"
"
I
dare
say
it
was
.
"
