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Then
there
came
the
sound
of
many
feet
tramping
and
dying
away
in
some
passage
which
sent
up
a
clanging
echo
.
I
turned
to
run
down
again
towards
the
vault
,
where
I
might
find
the
new
entrance
,
but
at
the
moment
there
seemed
to
come
a
violent
puff
of
wind
,
and
the
door
to
the
winding
stair
blew
to
with
a
shock
that
set
the
dust
from
the
lintels
flying
.
When
I
ran
to
push
it
open
,
I
found
that
it
was
hopelessly
fast
.
I
was
again
a
prisoner
,
and
the
net
of
doom
was
closing
round
me
more
closely
.
As
I
write
there
is
in
the
passage
below
a
sound
of
many
tramping
feet
and
the
crash
of
weights
being
set
down
heavily
,
doubtless
the
boxes
,
with
their
freight
of
earth
.
There
was
a
sound
of
hammering
.
It
is
the
box
being
nailed
down
.
Now
I
can
hear
the
heavy
feet
tramping
again
along
the
hall
,
with
with
many
other
idle
feet
coming
behind
them
.
The
door
is
shut
,
the
chains
rattle
.
There
is
a
grinding
of
the
key
in
the
lock
.
I
can
hear
the
key
withdrawn
,
then
another
door
opens
and
shuts
.
I
hear
the
creaking
of
lock
and
bolt
.
Hark
!
In
the
courtyard
and
down
the
rocky
way
the
roll
of
heavy
wheels
,
the
crack
of
whips
,
and
the
chorus
of
the
Szgany
as
they
pass
into
the
distance
.
I
am
alone
in
the
castle
with
those
horrible
women
.
Faugh
!
Mina
is
a
woman
,
and
there
is
nought
in
common
.
They
are
devils
of
the
Pit
!
I
shall
not
remain
alone
with
them
.
I
shall
try
to
scale
the
castle
wall
farther
than
I
have
yet
attempted
.
I
shall
take
some
of
the
gold
with
me
,
lest
I
want
it
later
.
I
may
find
a
way
from
this
dreadful
place
.
And
then
away
for
home
!
Away
to
the
quickest
and
nearest
train
!
Away
from
the
cursed
spot
,
from
this
cursed
land
,
where
the
devil
and
his
children
still
walk
with
earthly
feet
!
At
least
God
's
mercy
is
better
than
that
of
those
monsters
,
and
the
precipice
is
steep
and
high
.
At
its
foot
a
man
may
sleep
,
as
a
man
.
Goodbye
,
all
.
Mina
!
9
May
.
My
dearest
Lucy
,
