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ess as the sufferings of the person who uttered the groans became more acute and insupportable。 Ambrosio now and then thought that He could distinguish accents； and once in particular He was almost convinced that He heard a faint voice exclaim；
'God！ Oh！ God！ No hope！ No succour！'
Yet deeper groans followed these words。 They died away gradually； and universal silence again prevailed。
'What can this mean？' thought the bewildered Monk。
At that moment an idea which flashed into his mind； almost petrified him with horror。 He started； and shuddered at himself。
'Should it be possible！' He groaned involuntarily； 'Should it but be possible； Oh！ what a Monster am I！'
He wished to resolve his doubts； and to repair his fault； if it were not too late already： But these generous and compassionate sentiments were soon put to flight by the return of Matilda。 He forgot the groaning Sufferer； and remembered nothing but the danger and embarrassment of his own situation。 The light of the returning Lamp gilded the walls； and in a few moments after Matilda stood beside him。 She had quitted her religious habit： She was now cloathed in a long sable Robe； on which was traced in gold embroidery a variety of unknown characters： It was fastened by a girdle of precious stones； in which was fixed a poignard。 Her neck and arms were uncovered。 In her hand She bore a golden wand。 Her hair was loose and flowed wildly upon her shoulders； Her eyes sparkled with terrific expression； and her whole Demeanour was calculated to inspire the beholder with awe and admiration。
'Follow me！' She said to the Monk in a low and solemn voice； 'All is ready！'
His limbs trembled； while He obeyed her。 She led him through various narrow passages； and on every side as they past along； the beams of the Lamp displayed none but the most revolting objects； Skulls； Bones； Graves； and Images whose eyes seemed to glare on them with horror and surprize。 At length they reached a spacious Cavern； whose lofty roof the eye sought in vain to discover。 A profound obscurity hovered through the void。 Damp vapours struck cold to the Friar's heart； and He listened sadly to the blast while it howled along the lonely Vaults。 Here Matilda stopped。 She turned to Ambrosio。 His cheeks and lips were pale with apprehension。 By a glance of mingled scorn and anger She reproved his pusillanimity； but She spoke not。 She placed the Lamp upon the ground； near the Basket。 She motioned that Ambrosio should be silent； and began the mysterious rites。 She drew a circle round him； another round herself； and then taking a small Phial from the Basket； poured a few drops upon the ground before her。 She bent over the place； muttered some indistinct sentences； and immediately a pale sulphurous flame arose from the ground。 It increased by degrees； and at length spread its waves over the whole surface； the circles alone excepted in which stood Matilda and the Monk。 It then ascended the huge Columns of unhewn stone； glided along the roof； and formed the Cavern into an immense chamber totally covered with blue trembling fire。 It emitted no heat： On the contrary； the extreme chillness of the place seemed to augment with every moment。 Matilda continued her incantations： At intervals She took various articles from the Basket； the nature and name of most of which were unknown to the Friar： But among the few which He distinguished； He particularly observed three human fingers； and an Agnus Dei which She broke in pieces。 She threw them all into the flames which burned before her； and they were instantly consumed。
The Monk beheld her with anxious curiosity。 Suddenly She uttered a loud and piercing shriek。 She appeared to be seized with an access of delirium； She tore her hair； beat her bosom； used the most frantic gestures； and drawing the poignard from her girdle plunged it into her left arm。 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。 He looked wildly round him； expecting that some dreadful Apparition would meet his eyes； the sight of which would drive him mad。 A cold shivering seized his body； and He sank upon one knee； unable to support himself。
'He comes！' exclaimed Matilda in a joyful accent。
Ambrosio started； and expected the Daemon with terror。 What was his surprize； when the Thunder ceasing to roll； a full strain of melodious Music sounded in the air。 At the same time the cloud dispersed； and He beheld a Figure more beautiful than Fancy's pencil ever drew。 It was a Youth seemingly scarce eighteen； the perfection of whose form and face was unrivalled。 He was perfectly naked： A bright Star sparkled upon his forehead； Two crimson wings extended themselves from his shoulders； and his silken locks were confined by a band of many…coloured fires； which played round his head； formed themselves into a variety of figures； and shone with a brilliance far surpassing that of precious Stones。 Circlets of Diamonds were fastened round his arms and ankles； and in his right hand He bore a silver branch； imitating Myrtle。 His form shone with dazzling glory： He was surrounded by clouds of rose…coloured light； and at the moment that He appeared； a refreshing air breathed perfumes through the Cavern。 Enchanted at a vision so contrary to his expectations； Ambrosio gazed upon the Spirit with delight and wonder： Yet however beautiful the Figure； He could not but remark a wildness in the Daemon's eyes； and a mysterious melancholy impressed upon his features； betraying the Fallen Angel； and inspiring the Spectators with secret awe。
The Music ceased。 Matilda addressed herself to the Spirit： She spoke in a language unintelligible to the Monk； and was answered in the same。 She seemed to insist upon something which the Daemon was unwilling to grant。 He frequently darted upon Ambrosio angry glances； and at such times the Friar's heart sank within him。 Matilda appeared to grow incensed。 She spoke in a loud and commanding tone； and her gestures declared that She was threatening him with her vengeance。 Her menaces had the desired effect： The Spirit sank upon his knee； and with a submissive air presented to her the branch of Myrtle。 No sooner had She received it； than the Music was again heard； A thick cloud spread itself over the Apparition； The blue flames disappeared； and total obscurity reigned through the Cave。 The Abbot moved not from his place： His faculties were all bound up in pleasure； anxiety； and surprize。 At length the darkness dispersing； He perceived Matilda standing nea