Hastily withdrawing it, she experienced no further difficulty.

The stone revolved on hinges like a trap-door, and lifting it, she hurried down the steps.
Alarmed by her approach, Tresham had retreated to the further end of the vault, and snatching up a halbert from the pile of weapons, cried, in a voice of desperation-- "Stand off! I am armed, and have severed my bonds.

Off, I say! You shall not take me with life." "Hush!" cried Viviana, putting her finger to her lips, "I am come to set you free." "Do I behold an inhabitant of this world ?" cried Tresham, crossing himself, and dropping the halbert, "or some blessed saint?
Ah!" he exclaimed, as she advanced towards him, "it is Viviana Radcliffe--my preserver.

Pardon, sweet lady.

My eyes were dazzled by the light, and your sudden appearance and speech,--and I might almost say looks,--made me think you were some supernatural being come to deliver me from these bloody-minded men.