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But
may
God
shield
and
deliver
me
from
the
fangs
of
the
Arch-Fiend
!
No
sooner
had
the
reverberation
of
my
blows
sunk
into
silence
than
I
was
answered
by
a
voice
from
within
the
tomb
!
--
by
a
cry
,
at
first
muffled
and
broken
,
like
the
sobbing
of
a
child
,
and
then
quickly
swelling
into
one
long
,
loud
,
and
continuous
scream
,
utterly
anomalous
and
inhuman
--
a
howl
--
a
wailing
shriek
,
half
of
horror
and
half
of
triumph
,
such
as
might
have
arisen
only
out
of
hell
,
conjointly
from
the
throats
of
the
damned
in
their
agony
and
of
the
demons
that
exult
in
the
damnation
.
Of
my
own
thoughts
it
is
folly
to
speak
.
Swooning
,
I
staggered
to
the
opposite
wall
.
For
one
instant
the
party
upon
the
stairs
remained
motionless
,
through
extremity
of
terror
and
of
awe
.
In
the
next
,
a
dozen
stout
arms
were
tolling
at
the
wall
.
It
fell
bodily
.
The
corpse
,
already
greatly
decayed
and
clotted
with
gore
,
stood
erect
before
the
eyes
of
the
spectators
.
Upon
its
head
,
with
red
extended
mouth
and
solitary
eye
of
fire
,
sat
the
hideous
beast
whose
craft
had
seduced
me
into
murder
,
and
whose
informing
voice
had
consigned
me
to
the
hangman
.
I
had
walled
the
monster
up
within
the
tomb
!