Hark! It is a woman's cry Echoing thro' the unhallowed place:-- Forward, to her rescue, fly-- See the suffering in her face. A piercing shriek echoed throughout the entire length and breadth of the gloomy passage, hushed as it was in the brief hour of repose that usually intervened between the vice-rampant hour of midnight and the ever reluctant dawn.…
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