Tried for Her Life / A Sequel to "Cruel As the Grave"

THE MISSING BRIDE; or, MIRIAM, THE AVENGER. VICTOR'S TRIUMPH. A Sequel to A Beautiful Fiend. A BEAUTIFUL FIEND; or, THROUGH THE FIRE. FAIR PLAY; or, THE TEST OF THE LONE ISLE. HOW HE WON HER. A Sequel to Fair Play. THE SPECTRE LOVER. THE LOST HEIR OF LINLITHGOW. CRUEL AS THE GRAVE. THE CHANGED BRIDES. THE BRIDE'S FATE. A Sequel to The Changed Brides. TRIED FOR HER LIFE. A Sequel to Cruel as the Grave. THE CHRISTMAS GUEST; or, The Crime and the Curse. THE BRIDE OF LLEWELLYN. THE GIPSY'S PROPHECY. THE FORTUNE SEEKER. THE LOST HEIRESS. THE THREE BEAUTIES. THE ARTIST'S LOVE. A NOBLE LORD. Sequel to The Lost Heir of Linlithgow. THE FAMILY DOOM; or, THE SIN OF A COUNTESS. THE MAIDEN WIDOW. Sequel to The Family Doom. THE HAUNTED HOMESTEAD. LOVE'S LABOR WON. LADY OF THE ISLE. THE WIFE'S VICTORY. THE DESERTED WIFE. ALLWORTH ABBEY. FALLEN PRIDE; or, THE MOUNTAIN GIRL'S LOVE. INDIA; or, THE PEARL OF PEARL RIVER. VIVIA; or, THE SECRET OF POWER. THE CURSE OF CLIFTON. THE DISCARDED DAUGHTER. THE MOTHER-IN-LAW. THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS. THE TWO SISTERS. THE FATAL MARRIAGE. THE WIDOW'S SON. THE BRIDAL EVE. RETRIBUTION.
Price of each, $1.75 in Cloth; or $1.50 in Paper Cover.
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When Sybil recovered from her death-like swoon, she felt herself being borne slowly on through what seemed a narrow, tortuous underground passage; but the utter darkness, relieved only by a little gleaming red taper that moved like a star before her, prevented her from seeing more.
A presentiment of impending destruction possessed her, and overwhelming horror filled her soul and held her faculties. Though her life had depended upon her speech, she could not have uttered a syllable. And no word was breathed by the mysterious beings who bore her on. Dumb as mutes at a funeral, they marched. Silent, breathless as one on the brink of death, Sybil held her senses fast and prayed. And the little red spark moved through the darkness before her, like a malignant star leading her to doom. And how long drawn out the dreadful way! minutes seemed months, and hours ages. The awful forms that held her in their hands; their monotonous tread as they bore her on; their utter silence; the deep darkness; the damp, earthy, stifling atmosphere; the agony of suspense; the horror of anticipation!—all these must have sent her into another swoon, but that her vigilant mind still held her senses alert, and she prayed.