text:  But onwards--always onwards In silence and in gloom The dreary pageant labour'd Till it reach'd the house of doom: But first a woman's voice was heard In jeer and laughter loud {D} And an angry cry and a hiss arose From the heart of the tossing crowd: Then as the Graeme look'd upwards He caught the ugly smile Of him who sold his King for gold-- The master-fiend Argyle! VIII