XL. She hurried at his words, beset with fears, In all the house was heard no human sound. And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor. XLI. They glide, like phantoms, into the wide hall! The wakeful bloodhound rose, and shook his hide, But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full slide: easy XLII. And they are gone: ay, ages long ago |