Breathless from our kisses, when presently we released each other, she stood in a glorious rapture, like a white spirit in the moonlight, and as her lovely, starlit eyes seemed to devour me, she spoke in a languorous ecstasy: "Oh, how you love me! how you love me! It is worth all I have gone through for this, even to wearing this terrible drapery." And again she pointed to her shroud.
Here was my chance to speak of what I knew, and I took it.

"I know, I know.

Moreover, I know that awful resting-place." I was interrupted, cut short in the midst of my sentence, not by any word, but by the frightened look in her eyes and the fear-mastered way in which she shrank away from me.

I suppose in reality she could not be paler than she looked when the colour-absorbing moonlight fell on her; but on the instant all semblance of living seemed to shrink and fall away, and she looked with eyes of dread as if in I some awful way held in thrall.

But for the movement of the pitiful glance, she would have seemed of soulless marble, so deadly cold did she look.
The moments that dragged themselves out whilst I waited for her to speak seemed endless.