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- strike a panic into the stoutest heart, and to unsettle the strongest
nerves. But when to these was added the thought--that at the dead of
night, and in the company of a being so perfectly inexplicable, I was
effecting a clandestine entrance into so remarkable an abode, the kind
and sympathising reader will not wonder, when I wished myself bestowed
in my own snug quarters in ⸻ Street.
Such were the reflections which passed through my mind during our aerial
voyage, throughout which my guide maintained the most rigid silence,
only broken at intervals by the occasional creakings of our machine, as
it rubbed against the side of the house in its ascent. No sooner had we
gained the window, than two brawny arms were extended, circling me in
their embrace, and ere I was aware of the change of locality, I found
myself standing upright in an apartment, dimly illuminated by a solitary
taper. My fellow-voyager was quickly beside me, and again enjoining
silence with her finger, she seized the lamp, and bidding me follow,
conducted me through a long corridor, till we reached a low door
concealed behind some old tapestry, which opening to the touch,
disclosed a spectacle as beautiful and enchanting as any described in
the Arabian Nights.
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