The blood gushed out plentifully, and as She stood on the brink of the circle, She took care that it should fall on the outside.
The flames retired from the spot on which the blood was pouring.

A volume of dark clouds rose slowly from the ensanguined earth, and ascended gradually, till it reached the vault of the Cavern.

At the same time a clap of thunder was heard: The echo pealed fearfully along the subterraneous passages, and the ground shook beneath the feet of the Enchantress.
It was now that Ambrosio repented of his rashness.

The solemn singularity of the charm had prepared him for something strange and horrible.

He waited with fear for the Spirit's appearance, whose coming was announced by thunder and earthquakes.