towards the dreadful phantom, and saw the vision hovering nearer, making some feeble signs with his left hand. I made an attempt to speak, but what I said I do not know.—The phantom uttered not a word, but was still making anxious signs with his left arm. Now I understood what he meaned—the right arm hung in a sling as if fractured.
As soon as I comprehended this pantomime, the phantom staggered back, a dark mist arose from under his feet and surrounded the vision by degrees 'till we at last could see him no more. I panted for breath, my senses forsook me, an horrid humming noise filled my ears, my eyes grew dim, I staggered to the wall and was nearly fainting. At once I felt my senses returning, and, opening my eyes, beheld myself in a spacious empty room, my companions around me, panting for breath like myself—Volkert was no where to be seen.
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