Gudgeon, whose face as I had seen it in
Cyril's studio had haunted me in the crypt, a dreadful shudder
passed through my frame; an indescribable sense of nausea stirred
within me; and for a moment I felt as though the pains of
dissolution were on me. And there was something in Wilderspin's
face--what was it?--that added to my alarm. 'Stay for a moment,' I
said to him; 'I cannot yet bear to hear any more.'
'I know the dread that has come upon you, and upon your kind,
sympathetic mother,' said he; 'but she you are disturbed about was
not a prisoner in the kind of place my words seem to describe.'
'But the woman?' said my mother. 'How could she be safe in such
hands?'
'Has he not said she is safe?' I cried, in a voice that startled even
my own ears, so loud and angry it was, and yet I hardly knew why.
'You forget,' said Wilderspin, turning to my mother, 'that the whole
spiritual world was watching over her.'
'But was the place very--was it so very squalid?' said my mother.
'Pray describe it to us, Mr. Wilderspin; I am really very anxious.
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