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The tumult had now nearly subsided. The late busy crowd fled, uttering shrieks of horror and dismay; and of all the countless mass of human beings that had so lately thronged around, none remained save Edmund and Father Morris, who supported Claudia; and the Duke and Henry Seymour, who still remained near the insensible form of Elvira; whilst they, pale and immoveable as the sculptured marble of the tomb, their eyes chained as though by magic, upon the horrid vision before them, waiting in fearful expectation of what was next to happen, scarcely daring to move or breathe, the solemn silence that prevailed being only broken by the convulsive gasps of the expiring Queen, presented an awful change from the busy hum of thousands which had so lately filled the air.
"Where am I? " exclaimed Cheops, gazing wildly around -- his deep sepulchral voice thrilling through every nerve: -- "Where is Arsinöe? Where is she? They seize her! They tear her from me! Curses on the wretches! -- May Typhon's everlasting vengeance pursue them, and may their hearts wither, gnawed by the never-dying snake!"