The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 176: what you’re looking at

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150 THE COURT OF LONDON avenged. Down, down into the depths of hell, and writhe there henceforth in everlasting torments.” As these last words rolled away from the demon’s lips, sounding like awful thunderings throughout the realms of space, he relinquished his hold upon the prince, who in- stantaneously fell screaming and shrieking horribly through the jet-black air. But just as it.appeared to the wretched George that he was about to plunge headlong into the fiery lake, he awoke with so convulsive a start that the massive bedstead shook and quivered beneath him. Then he lay motionless, utterly motionless, for a few minutes, striving to collect his scattered thoughts and settle his scared ideas in such a manner as to deduce from them the conviction that it was really all a dream. But such a dream, — oh, the death-bed has known no anguish and the churchyard has seen no mental misery more poignant than the hell of excruciating feelings through which the Prince of Wales had passed in that tremendous vision. Still upon his corrugated brows stood the big drops of terror, still upon his countenance lingered the lines into which its hideous workings had convulsed it, and still was the sense of an awful consternation upon his brain and in his heart. At length, when assured that there was nothing of reality in all that he had gone through, he raised himself in the bed, poured a quantity of brandy into a tumbler, and drank the burning alcohol at a draught. Then, closing his eyes, he endeavoured to settle himself to sleep again; and slumber was just weighing down his lids when a strange noise at the farther end of the spacious apartment fell upon his ears. (Gi @) AG 6)(0)(©)