Still, I was wofully sensitive regarding anything which might affect my Lady of the Shroud, or even my opinion of her.

I even began to dread Aunt Janet's Second-Sight visions or dreams.

These had a fatal habit of coming so near to fact that they always made for a danger of discovery.

I had to realize now that the Lady of the Shroud might indeed be a Vampire--one of that horrid race that survives death and carries on a life-in-death existence eternally and only for evil.

Indeed, I began to _expect_ that Aunt Janet would ere long have some prophetic insight to the matter.