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Ambrosio was now left alone: Darkness the most profound surrounded
him, and encouraged the doubts which began to revive in his bosom. He
had been hurried away by the delirium of the moment
He trembled at the scene which He was soon to
witness. He knew not how far the delusions of Magic might operate upon
his mind, and possibly might force him to some deed whose commission
would make the breach between himself and Heaven irreparable. In this
fearful dilemma, He would have implored God’s assistance, but was
conscious that He had forfeited all claim to such protection
Such were his meditations while waiting for Matilda. They were
interrupted by a low murmur which seemed at no great distance from
him. He was startled. He listened. Some minutes past in silence, after
which the murmur was repeated. It appeared to be the groaning of one in
pain. In any other situation, this circumstance would only have excited
his attention and curiosity:
In the present, his predominant sensation was that of terror. His
imagination totally engrossed by the ideas of sorcery and Spirits, He
fancied that some unquiet Ghost was wandering near him; or else that
Matilda had fallen a Victim to her presumption, and was perishing under
the cruel fangs of the Daemons.
He wished to resolve his doubts, and
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Lamp displayed none but the most revolting objects; Skulls, Bones,
Graves, and Images whose eyes seemed to glare on them with horror and
surprize. bu horror
He waited with fear for the Spirit’s appearance, whose coming
was announced by thunder and earthquakes. He looked wildly round
him, expecting that some dreadful Apparition would meet his eyes, the
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sight of which would drive him mad. A cold shivering seized his body,
and He sank upon one knee, unable to support himself.
‘He comes!’ exclaimed Matilda in a joyful accent
from her place and made towards the Closet door, whence She might
soon have reached the chamber where She expected to find Flora and
Dame Jacintha. Scarcely had She reached the middle of the room when
the Latch was lifted up a second time. An involuntary movement obliged
her to turn her head. Slowly and gradually the Door turned upon its
hinges, and standing upon the Threshold She beheld a tall thin Figure,
wrapped in a white shroud which covered it from head to foot. -uncanny
This vision arrested her feet: She remained as if petrified in the middle of
the apartment. The Stranger with measured and solemn steps drew near
the Table. T
The weather was
comfortless and stormy: The wind howled around the House, the doors
rattled in their frames, and the heavy rain pattered against the windows.
No other sound was heard. The Taper, now burnt down to the socket,
sometimes flaring upwards shot a gleam of light through the room, then
sinking again seemed upon the point of expiring. Antonia’s heart
throbbed with agitation: Her eyes wandered fearfully over the objects
around her, as the trembling flame illuminated them at intervals. She
attempted to rise from her seat; But her limbs trembled so violently that
She was unable to proceed. She then called Flora, who was in a room at
no great distance: But agitation choaked her voice, and her cries died
away in hollow murmurs.—
ANTONIA SAW HER MOTHER’S GHOST YUKARDA---

JACİNTHA The face was Donna Elvira’s, I

must confess; But out of its mouth came clouds of fire, its arms were
loaded with heavy chains which it rattled piteously, and every hair on its
head was a Serpent as big as my arm! At this I was frightened enough,
and began to say my Ave–Maria: But the Ghost interrupting me uttered
three loud groans, and roared out in a terrible voice, “Oh! That Chicken’s
wing! My poor soul suffers for it!” As soon as She had said this, the
Ground opened, the Spectre sank down, I heard a clap of thunder, and
the room was filled with a smell of brimstone. When I recovered from my
fright, and had brought Donna Antonia to herself, who told me that She
had cried out upon seeing her Mother’s Ghost,
asleep by the Lady’s Bedside, and was snoring most lustily. Ambrosio
drew back, and returned to the other room, musing upon the sudden
opening of the Closet door, for which He strove in vain to account.
He paced the chamber up and down in silence. At length He stopped,
and the Bed attracted his attention. The curtain of the Recess was but
half-drawn. He sighed involuntarily.
As He uttered these words, his eyes which were fixed upon the Bed, saw
the curtain shaken gently backwards and forwards. The Apparition was
recalled to his mind, and He almost fancied that He beheld Elvira’s
visionary form reclining upon the Bed. A few moments consideration
sufficed to reassure him.
‘It was only the wind,’ said He, recovering himself.
Again He paced the chamber; But an involuntary movement of awe and
inquietude constantly led his eye towards
beyaz bi ghst görüo FLORA çıkıo aq???
He examined the Vault, but nothing was to be seen. He now
prepared to address the Nuns, and ridicule their childish apprehensions,
when his attention was arrested by a deep and long-drawn groan
‘There, Segnor!’ said Helena; ‘Now you must be convinced! You have
heard the noise yourself! Now judge, whether our terrors are imaginary.
Since we have been here, that groaning has been repeated almost every
five minutes. Doubtless, it proceeds from some Soul in pain, who wishes
to be prayed out of purgatory: But none of us here dares ask it the
question. As for me, were I to see an Apparition, the fright, I am very
certain, would kill me out of hand.’
The Sepulchre was now filled with Spectators. The Villain confessed his
sacrilege, and was only released by the separation of his hand from his
body. It has remained ever since fastened to the Image. The Robber
turned Hermit, and led ever after an exemplary life: But yet the Saint’s
decree was performed, and Tradition says that He continues to haunt
this Sepulchre, and implore St. Clare’s pardon with groans and
lamentations. Now I think of it, those which we have just heard, may
very possibly have been uttered by the Ghost of this Sinner: But of this I
will not be positive. All that I can say is, that since that time no one has
ever dared to touch the Statue: Then do not be foolhardy, good Segnor!
For the love of heaven, give up your design,
Finding that nothing followed this discovery, He descended. As He took
his hand from the Saint, She trembled beneath his touch. This created
new terrors in the Spectators, who believed the Statue to be animated.
Lorenzo’s ideas upon the subject were widely different. He easily
comprehended that the noise which He had heard, was occasioned by his
having loosened a chain which attached the Image to its Pedestal. marvellous x
uncanny juxtposition—
aşağı inio dungeona falan hava soğuk sisli donuyo groanlara bi bakıo,
supernatural bişi çıkcak die beklioz biz de Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!’ cried the
Prisoner çıkıo.
Terror is the feeling of dread and apprehension at the possibility of something
frightening, while horror is the shock and repulsion of seeing the frightening
thing.

circulated in this miserable place. A faint glimmering of light which

streamed through the Bars, permitted me to distinguish the surrounding
horrors. I was opprest by a noisome suffocating smell; and perceiving
that the grated door was unfastened, I thought that I might possibly
effect my escape. As I raised myself with this design, my hand rested
upon something soft: I grasped it, and advanced it towards the light.
Almighty God! What was my disgust, my consternation! In spite of its
putridity, and the worms which preyed upon it, I perceived a corrupted
human head, and recognised the features of a Nun who had died some
months before!
agnesss
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Emblems of Death were seen on every side: Skulls,
shoulder-blades, thigh-bones, and other leavings of Mortality were
scattered upon the dewy ground. Each Tomb was ornamented with a
large Crucifix, and in one corner stood a wooden Statue of St. Clare. To
these objects I at first paid no attention: A Door, the only outlet from the
Vault, had attracted my eyes. I hastened towards it, having wrapped my
winding-sheet closely round me. I pushed against the door, and to my
inexpressible terror found that it was fastened on the outside
I guessed immediately that the Prioress, mistaking the nature of the
liquor which She had compelled me to drink, instead of poison had
administered a strong Opiate. From this I concluded that being to all
appearance dead I had received the rites of burial; and that deprived of
the power of making my existence known,
HAYWANN GIBI TERROR--- ZEHİRLENDİM BEBEY, DE
ZEHİRLEDİLER ŞİMDİ NOLCAK KAÇAMIOM DİO
With a despondent eye did I examine this scene of suffering: When I
reflected that I was doomed to pass in it the remainder of my days, my
heart was rent with bitter anguish. I had once been taught to look
forward to a lot so different! At one time my prospects had appeared so
bright, so flattering! Now all was lost to me. Friends, comfort, society,
happiness, in one moment I was deprived of all! Dead to the world, Dead
to pleasure, I lived to nothing but the sense of misery. How fair did that
world seem to me, from which I was for ever excluded! How many loved
objects did it contain, whom I never should behold again! As I threw a
look of terror round my prison, as I shrunk from the cutting wind which
howled through my subterraneous dwelling, the change seemed so
striking, so abrupt, that I doubted its reality

Returned to his dungeon, the sufferings of Ambrosio’s body were far

more supportable than those of his mind. His dislocated limbs, the nails
torn from his hands and feet, and his fingers mashed and broken by the
pressure of screws, were far surpassed in anguish by the agitation of his
soul and vehemence of his terrors.
en sonda matildanın gelmesi supernatural bi şekilde kitaptan blue fire çıkması
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Scarce had He pronounced the last word when the effects of the charm
were evident. A loud burst of Thunder was heard; The prison shook to its
very foundations; A blaze of lightning flashed through the Cell; and in
the next moment, borne upon sulphurous whirl-winds, Lucifer stood
before him a second time. But He came not as when at Matilda’s
summons He borrowed the Seraph’s form to deceive Ambrosio. He
appeared in all that ugliness which since his fall from heaven had been
his portion: His blasted limbs still bore marks of the Almighty’s thunder:
A swarthy darkness spread itself over his gigantic form: His hands and
feet were armed with long Talons: Fury glared in his eyes, which might
have struck the bravest heart with terror: Over his huge shoulders waved
two enormous sable wings; and his hair was supplied by living snakes,
which twined themselves round his brows with frightful hissings. In one
hand He held a roll of parchment, and in the other an iron pen. Still the
lightning flashed around him, and the Thunder with repeated bursts,
seemed to announce the dissolution of Nature.
Terrified at an Apparition so different from what He had expected,
Ambrosio remained gazing upon the Fiend, deprived of the power of
utterance. The Thunder had ceased to roll: Universal silence reigned
through the dungeon.
The Sun now rose above the horizon; Its scorching beams darted
full upon the head of the expiring Sinner. Myriads of insects were called
forth by the warmth; They drank the blood which trickled from
Ambrosio’s wounds; He had no power to drive them from him, and they
fastened upon his sores, darted their stings into his body, covered him
with their multitudes, and inflicted on him tortures the most exquisite
and insupportable. The Eagles of the rock tore his flesh piecemeal, and
dug out his eyeballs with their crooked beaks. A burning thirst
tormented him; He heard the river’s murmur as it rolled beside him, but
strove in vain to drag himself towards the sound. Blind, maimed,
helpless, and despairing, venting his rage in blasphemy and curses,
execrating his existence, yet dreading the arrival of death destined to
yield him up to greater torments, six miserable days did the Villain
languish. On the Seventh a violent storm arose: The winds in fury rent
up rocks and forests: The sky was now black with clouds, now sheeted