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"The ringed wolf glared the circle round / Through baleful, blue-lit eye, / Not unforgetful of his debt. / Quoth he, 'I'll do some damage yet / Or ere my turn to die! " / -- Mundy.
Like a lean wolf I glided up the stairs. Some twenty feet up there was a sort of landing from which other corridors diverged, much like the lower one by which I had come. The thought came to me that the earth below London must be honeycombed with such secret passages, one above the other.