A plaintive tone, sounding at no great distance, at length reached his hearing; He bent his course joyfully towards it.

It became more audible as He advanced; and He soon beheld again the spark of light, which a low projecting Wall had hitherto concealed from him.
It proceeded from a small Lamp which was placed upon an heap of stones, and whose faint and melancholy rays served rather to point out, than dispell the horrors of a narrow gloomy dungeon formed in one side of the Cavern; It also showed several other recesses of similar construction, but whose depth was buried in obscurity.

Coldly played the light upon the damp walls, whose dew-stained surface gave back a feeble reflection.

A thick and pestilential fog clouded the height of the vaulted dungeon.

As Lorenzo advanced, He felt a piercing chillness spread itself through his veins.