Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 3 (of 4)Naubert, Benedikte
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Feudal tyrants; or, The Counts of Carlsheim and Sargans, volume 3 (of 4)
Naubert, Benedikte
German fiction -- Translations into English
A violent shock, which made the hollow ground tremble beneath her,
forced her to start up in terror; and she now had strength and
recollection sufficient to rush forward a few paces, which brought her
to the steps, down which Count Donat had so lately dashed her. An
instant after she was sensible of a second shock like that of an
earthquake, and which was accompanied by a noise so loud, that for a few
moments she was completely stunned. On recovering herself, she was
sensible of a strong current of air blowing into the cave: her heart
beat violently with hope and fear, while she thought it possible, that
the late earthquake might have forced the dungeon open. She hastened up
the steps, and with rapture ascertained by the touch that the door had
been driven from its fastenings, and that nothing prevented her from
quitting her prison. With as much speed, as her extreme weakness and the
total obscurity would permit, she hastened to profit by this
interposition of Providence. She crept along slowly and cautiously, when
on turning a corner she perceived a distant gleam of light. With
increased hopes she made the best of her way towards it, and found, that
it proceeded from Count Donat’s torch, as it lay half extinguished in
the rubbish, among which it had fallen.
Without giving herself time to guess, what motive could have induced her
husband to throw away his only guide through the gloom, or how he could
have found his way out of these intricate passages without its aid, she
caught it eagerly from the ground, cleared the wick from the dust with
which it was clogged, and made the flame burn brightly; while she
frequently cast a look of anxiety round her, lest some one should be
advancing to rob her of this invaluable prize. This apprehension made
her proceed with still greater exertion of speed; but she had not gone
far, before her way was barred by large heaps of stones and earth: she
fancied too, that she heard a faint murmur at no great distance, like
some one groaning. She stopped; she listened;—it struck her, that from
beneath a pile of stones, which seemed to have lately fallen down, there
came a voice, whose accents were familiar to her; but before she could
recover herself from the horror, which this idea occasioned her
sufficiently to ascertain the truth of her suspicions, a third shock,
similar to the two first, but if possible more violent and terrible,
overpowered her faculties so completely, that she sank upon the earth,
unable to move for several minutes. Fortunately her torch was not
extinguished by her fall. She rose; the way, so lately open before her,
was now completely blocked up by the earth, which had fallen in; and it
seemed to her in the first moments of terror, that she saw the roof
tottering above, and felt the ground giving way beneath her. Fear gave
her strength, and she fled hastily down a side passage, which accident
presented to her, nor rested, till she thought, that the place, which
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