The Argosy — page 225: what you’re looking at

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208 The Cruse of the Reserve Squadron. The sighs of the victim lurk in the corners of the room; groans and shrieks escape upwards to Heaven and cry aloud for vengeance ; but there is no pity in the hearts of those torturers, no response beyond a savage pleasure and purpose betrayed by the kindling glance, the parting of cruel lips, the gleam of white teeth. And some, with whom the spirit, indeed, was willing but the flesh was weak, yielded ; and some suffered to the bitter end. Yes, the place was haunted; doubly haunted. A thousand pale ghosts were there ; the room was full of them. Through every pane of glass in the mullioned windows there peered the phantom eyes of a martyr. Centuries have passed since these things were done, yet their horrors areas distinct as if but of yesterday ; as present as they i AV e8 ies ‘ 5 Uh I a we - ja aie | tH! {, ' ear urgll Me e) iu) Menai ra 7 [cA i i — ke IN THE SQUARE. will be on that day when the secrets of all hearts shall be brought to light. No one lingered very long in this tapestry room. Re-entering the cathedral, the great west gates, magnificent in size, age, workmanship, and in their triple character, were thrown open, and we all passed out to the steps fronting the great square. Standing at the head of the long, broad flight, you beheld a grand and unusual scene. Overshadowing us, as it were, was the building we had just left, its impression upon the mind yet remaining. At that moment only one thing seemed wanting to complete the charm. The organ that, on each side the chancel, in its double frame, crowned so well the splendid old stalls and the Archbishop’s throne, should have pealed forth the “‘ swelling anthem.” A flood of harmony streaming down the aisles, and reverberating amongst the arches, and CORNICE OOOKS»COnn