I dared not pause to look on her as I had on her sister, lest once more I should begin to be enthrall.

But I go on searching until, presently, I find in a high great tomb as if made to one much beloved that other fair sister which, like Jonathan I had seen to gather herself out of the atoms of the mist.

She was so fair to look on, so radiantly beautiful, so exquisitely voluptuous, that the very instinct of man in me, which calls some of my sex to love and to protect one of hers, made my head whirl with new emotion.

But God be thanked, that soul wail of my dear Madam Mina had not died out of my ears.
And, before the spell could be wrought further upon me, I had nerved myself to my wild work.

By this time I had searched all the tombs in the chapel, so far as I could tell.