“True, I had forgotten about her. It is time to dress for the amphitheatre. The gladiators interest me very little, but I would not miss seeing a woman [pg 333]eaten up by the lion, even for a diamond ring. Good-bye.”
The demon departed. The vision of the woman-serpent in the world of spirits was a prophecy.
I had fallen again—this time how low! into what an abyss!
The amphitheatre was open! and great Heavens! I was bound hand and foot and cast into a dungeon.
