Dark den is this, Witch-haunted, devil-built, and filled With horrid shapes, but not of men or beasts, Or aught with which the affrighted sense Hath ever made acquaintance. When Sybil recovered from her death-like swoon, she felt herself being borne slowly on through what seemed a narrow, tortuous underground passage; but the utter darkness, relieved only by a little gleaming red taper that moved like a star before her, prevented her from seeing more.…
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