VIVIAN GREY.
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CHAPTER V.
THE RACK.
He stopped one moment on the landing-place, ere he was about to leave the house for ever.
"'Tis all over! and so, Vivian Grey, your game is up! and to die too, like a dog!—a woman's dupe! Were I a despot, 1 should perhaps satiate my vengeance upon this female fiend, with the assistance of the rack—but that cannot be; and after all, it would be but a poor revenge in one who has worshipped the Empire of the Intellect, to vindicate the agony I am now enduring, upon the base body
