The great iron-bound oaken doors seemed now to be closed and secured from within against intrusion, yet she was still drawn on so powerfully that she pushed with all her strength against those mighty doors, but with as little effect as if she had tried to move a mountain. When—
Suddenly the door opened, a cold hand seized her wrist, drew her in, and the door closed.
CHAPTER XLIV
AT MIDNIGHT IN THE HAUNTED CASTLE
A horrid specter rises on my sight
Close to my side, plain and palpable
In all clear seeming and close circumstance.
What form is this? Oh, speak if voice thou hast!
Tell me what sacrifice can soothe thy spirit,
Can still the unquiet sleeper of the grave;
For this most awful visitation is