TitleThe court of the Inquisition

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TitleI felt nothing; yet dreaded to move a step, lest I should be impleded by the walls of a tomb

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TitleI put forward my arm, and shuddered to find that I had fallen at the very brink of a circular pit

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TitleBut the moment of escape hadarrive

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TitleDemon eyes, of a wild and ghastly vivacity, glared upon me in a thousand directions

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Title"The beauty of the game", continued Hop-Fog, "lies in the fright it occasions among the women"

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Title"Ah ha!" said at length the infuriated jester. "Ah ha! I begin to see who these are, now!"

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TitleThe scoundrelly popinjay did not seem to have the remotest idea in the world of such a thing as keeping time in his steps

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TitleThe scoundrelly popinjay did not seem to have the remotest idea in the world of such a thing as keeping time in his steps

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TitleThe figure was tall, and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave

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Title"It is this," I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my roquelaire

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TitleBut now there came from out the niche a low laugh

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TitleA single dim ray fell upon the vulture eye

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