The Slave Sculptor — page 25: what you’re looking at

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THE SECRET DUNGEON. . & prisoner — thut he was, probably, where his eyes never again would behold tht blessed rays of tue sun. His doom evident!y was sealed; the thought of it caused a cokt shudder to pass through his frame. Still he was nota man to submit coolly. In the midst of the most appall- ing danger his courage did not forsake him. He looked upon his situation as the triumph of enemies, whom he would foil, if possible. He sprang to his feet and glared around him, yet without detecting a single object, so impenetrable was the darkness. Sliding his foot along on the slippery floor, he moved cautiously forward, for the purpose of finding the wall, and by sense of feeling, to determine the dimensions of his surround His outstretched hand soon reached the wall, which, like the floor, was cold and covered with a slimy substance— the accumulation of long years. He then ed carefully onward guiding his course With his hands, until he had passed entirely around the dungeon. As near as he could determine, the coil was about twelve fect square, but the height he was unable to ascertain. For a moment he , ind his mind was weighed down with its realization of his real condition. He t of Mazina, who, he foresaw would forever be ignorant of his fate. He thought of his darling project— the monument for his emperor, through which he hoped to secure the imperial favor. ** This — this! ’’ he exclaimed, in the bitter anguish of his soul, ‘* This is the end of life!. This is the end of all my cherished hopes! Teen See Sees scene of a life only a few hours ago so full of prom- That instant he detected, at the opposite side of the dungeon, what appeared to him to be two glaring eyes, and, for a moment, he : ily upon them. assumed, in his frenzied state of mind ® woulebl | magnitude, and continued to increase in fierce- hess; yet, undaunted, he moved quickly forward, when his foot struck spat hinds 209. be Soll veogirste, Salling. 9$, Soll length oe yee Hthy comiclbooks.con