Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
"Be careful in following me," said Stephano; "for you are about to cross
a narrow bridge, my lord--and one false step is destruction."
Slowly they passed over the bridge, which seemed to be a single plank of
about thirty feet in length and excessively narrow, he had no doubt,
both from the caution which he had received and the elasticity of that
dangerous pathway.
On the opposite side, the level-paved surface was continued; and at the
expiration of another minute, heavy folding-doors closed behind them.
"Take off the bandage, my lord," said Stephano, as he untied the knot
which fastened the scarf at the back of the young nobleman's head.
The Marquis of Orsini gladly availed himself of this permission; and
when the bandage fell from his eyes, he found himself in a spacious
cavern, paved with marble, hung with rich tapestry, and lighted by four
chandeliers of massive silver.
Six pillars of crystal supported the roof, and rendered the luster of
the chandeliers almost insupportably brilliant by means of reflection.
In the midst of this subterranean apartment stood a large table, covered
with flagons, empty wine flasks, and drinking-cups; but the revelers had
retired to rest--and the marquis and Stephano were alone in that
banqueting-hall.
"Follow me, my lord," said the bandit-captain; "and I will conduct you
to a place where you will find as dainty a couch as even a nobleman so
accustomed to luxury as your lordship need not despise."
Thus speaking Stephano opened an iron door at the end of the hall, and
led the way along a narrow and low corridor, lighted by lamps placed in
niches at short intervals. At the end of this corridor he knocked at
another door, which was opened in a few moments by a man who had
evidently been aroused from his slumber.
"I bring a guest, Lomellino," said Verrina. "See that his lordship be
well cared for."
Stephano then retraced his way along the corridor, and Lomellino closed
and bolted the iron door.
But no pen can describe the astonishment of the marquis when he found
himself in a spacious room, heaped all around with immense riches.
Massive plate, splendid chandeliers, gorgeous suits of armor and martial
weapons incrusted with gold or set with precious stones, chalices and
dishes of silver, bags of money piled in heaps, an immense quantity of
jewelry spread upon shelves, and an infinite assortment of the richest
wearing apparel--all these, suddenly bursting upon the young nobleman's
view by the light of a lamp suspended to the roof, produced an effect at
once brilliant and astounding.
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