Robert Eustace, A Master of Mysteries
“ Before I could reach it, it had shut with a loud clang in obedience to the infernal witchcraft."You have done it now," I cried angrily. "Do you see? Why, man, we are buried alive in this ghastly hole!"The lantern I had placed just inside the door, and by its dim light, as I looked at him, I saw the terror of a madman creep into Clinton's eyes."Buried alive!" he shouted, with a peal of hysterical laughter. "Yes, and, Bell, it's your doing; you are a devil in human shape!" With a wild paroxysm of fury he flung himself upon me. There was the ferocity of a wild beast in his spring. ”
