ABSTRACT
The chearful rays of morning did not lessen the terrors of Waldorf; the dreadful vision still haunted his mind; and he attempted, in vain, to shake off a superstitious dread that hung over / him – a soft melancholy stole upon him – he became depressed and unhappy; and, fearful of meeting Lok, he never stirred out, left, should he have seen him, the infringement of the magician’s advice should have ensued, and occasion another display of power, equally terrific with the last.
