Ah! look! see! yonder comes now another to torment my soul.

O God! Mark that grim, gray face floating against the wall! Away, you foul fiend! I am not yet your prey! But see! see how the ghastly horror grows! It is as large as a man; and mark those long, gaunt arms reaching up until they meet overhead.

Suddenly it seemed to shed a strange, unnatural radiance over the cave.

I imagined I saw things about me.

What, Mother of Mercies, can it be?
Daylight! Oh, good God! do my eyes actually look upon the day once more--the sweet, sweet, blessed day?
Surely it is but a dream; yet no! it must truly be light streaming down from above.
I staggered to my feet, trembling so that I was compelled to clutch the wall for support.