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NECROMANCER.
I was obliged to bid a mournful adieu to every ray of hope of making my escape from the fangs of my cruel tyrants; black despair hovered over me with sooty wings, the greedy tooth of grief was gnawing on my vitals, and the recollection of former times of ease and tranquillity served only to heighten my misery.
The fourth day brought me the visit of the Captain, who entered my dungeon with a lighted torch.
"Well, rascal!" exclaimed he, "how doest thou like this beautiful apartment? Art thou tired of thy sepulchre, or dost thou prefer to be entombed alive for ever to the honor of being one of our brave party? Art thou sensible of the foolishness of thy stubborn disobedience, and may I expect that thou wilt be more obsequious in future?"
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