He was persuaded that no common cause would have induced the Fugitive to seek that dreary place at an hour so unusual: The cry which He had heard, seemed uttered in a voice of terror, and He was convinced that some mystery was attached to this event.

After some minutes past in hesitation He continued to proceed, feeling his way along the walls of the passage.

He had already past some time in this slow progress, when He descried a spark of light glimmering at a distance.

Guided by this observation, and having drawn his sword, He bent his steps towards the place, whence the beam seemed to be emitted.
It proceeded from the Lamp which flamed before St.Clare's Statue.
Before it stood several Females, their white Garments streaming in the blast, as it howled along the vaulted dungeons.

Curious to know what had brought them together in this melancholy spot, Lorenzo drew near with precaution.