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 amid friends that loved him, and sweeter endearments of those who loved him as fricndsfriends [sic] could not, that in the first moments of waking, his startled mind secmedseemed [sic] to admit the knowledge of his situation as if it had burst upon it for the first time, fresh in all its appalling horrors. He gazed round with an air of doubt and amazcmentamazement [sic], and took up a handful of the straw upon which he lay, as though he would ask himself what it meant. But memory, too faithful to her office, soon unveiled the mclancholymelancholy [sic] past, while reason, shuddering at the task, flashed before his cyeseyes [sic] the trcmendoustremendous [sic] future. The contrast overpowered him. He remained for some timctime [sic] lamenting, like a truth, the bright visions that had vanished; and recoiling from the prescntpresent [sic], which clung to him as a poisoned garment.

When he grew more calm, he surveyed his gloomy dungeon. Alas! thcthe [sic] stronger light of day only served to confirm what the gloomy indistinctness of the preceding evcningevening [sic] had partially disclosed, the utter impossibility of escape. As, however, his eyes wandered round and round, and from place to place, he noticed two circumstances which excited his surpriscsurprise [sic] and curiosity. ThcThe [sic] oncone [sic], he thought might be fancy; but the other, was positive. His pitcher of water, and the dish which contained his food, had been removed from his sidoside [sic] while he slept, and now stood near the door. Were he even inclined to doubt this, by supposing hohe [sic] had mistaken the spot where he saw them over night, he could not, for the pitcher now in his dungeon was neither of the same form nor colour as the other, while thcthe [sic] food was changed for some other of better quality. He had been visited therefore during the night. But how had the person obtained entrance? Could he have slept so