The gulf before me is
inevitable and near. I will die, but then only when my tale is at
an end.
III
My right hand, grasping the unseen knife, was still disengaged. It
was lifted to strike. All my strength was exhausted but what was
sufficient to the performance of this deed. Already was the energy
awakened and the impulse given that should bear the fatal steel to
his heart, when--Wieland shrunk back; his hand was withdrawn.
Breathless with affright and desperation, I stood, freed from his
grasp; unassailed; untouched.
Thus long had the power which controlled the scene forborne to
interfere: but now his might was irresistible; and Wieland in a
moment was disarmed of all his purposes. A voice, louder than
human organs could produce, shriller than language can depict,
burst from the ceiling and commanded him--TO HOLD!
Trouble and dismay succeeded to the steadfastness that had lately
been displayed in the looks of Wieland. His eyes roved from one
quarter to another, with an expression of doubt. He seemed to wait
for a further intimation.
Carwin's agency was here easily recognized.
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