The Spectre, no longer cowering and retreating into shadow, rose before him, gigantic and erect; the face, whose veil no mortal hand had ever raised, was still concealed, but the form was more distinct, corporeal, and cast from it, as an atmosphere, horror and rage and awe.

As an iceberg, the breath of that presence froze the air; as a cloud, it filled the chamber and blackened the stars from heaven.
"Lo!" said its voice, "I am here once more.

Thou hast robbed me of a meaner prey.

Now exorcise THYSELF from my power! Thy life has left thee, to live in the heart of a daughter of the charnel and the worm.

In that life I come to thee with my inexorable tread.