There was a fascination from which no living thing could escape.

She tried to scream, to shut out the vision, to raise her hand as a screen before it.
Nearer and nearer it came, and she could feel the warm breath of it upon her cheek.

Then her brain reeled, her limbs relaxed, and her head fell back against the wall.
"I know him, and I love him," were the last words Beatrice heard..