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from three withered frames clothed in a simple white shirt reaching nearly to the knee - I could see nothing with the little oil lamp we had but soon each one of the three figures had lighted [[strikethrough]] lamps and I soo began and I soon began to see perfectly on one wall at the end of the room [[strikethrough]]was[[/strikethrough]] over a raised dias was the no. 48 the wall was solid mass of mother of pearl [[strikethrough]] with des [[/strikethrough]] in the rest designs made by [[strikethrough]] a [[/strikethrough]] lines of silver and gold - the ceiling were like reversed Gothic Cathedrals. I was soon led into another room equally gorgeous yet quite differant the same [[strikethrough]] there [[/strikethrough]] dias with number 28 [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] in the same place on the wall Going out of the room I struck my head rather violently upon the top of the the doorway it knocked me down & for a minute or so I felt quite stunned but soon lifted myself up and began to examine again the beautiful walls never had I ever seen such gorgeous inlaying walking back to get the large effect I was surprised to see my three old withered keepers & young guide keeling on the ground beside the prostrate figure of a European one hundred questions rushed through my mind as quick as I thought why had I not noticed this prostrate figure before, from whence was he why was he here for but as I approached