Again the white eyelid closed upon it for a fraction of a second , and the next moment it was gone . There could be no mistake . The live eye that had been watching him through a hole in the tapestry was gone . The firelight no longer shone on a reflecting surface . And instantly Dick awoke to the terrors of his position . Hatch 's warning , the mute signals of the priest , this eye that had observed him from the wall , ran together in his mind . He saw he had been put upon his trial , that he had once more betrayed his suspicions , and that , short of some miracle , he was lost . `` If I can not get me forth out of this house , '' he thought , `` I am a dead man ! And this poor Matcham , too -- to what a cockatrice 's nest have I not led him ! '' He was still so thinking , when there came one in haste , to bid him help in changing his arms , his clothing , and his two or three books , to a new chamber . `` A new chamber ? '' he repeated . `` Wherefore so ? What chamber ? '' '' 'T is one above the chapel , '' answered the messenger . `` It hath stood long empty , '' said Dick , musing . `` What manner of room is it ? '' `` Nay , a brave room , '' returned the man . `` But yet '' -- lowering his voice -- `` they call it haunted . '' `` Haunted ? ''
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