No sound comes from its lips.

Is she going mad--that young and beautiful girl exposed to so much terror?
she has drawn up all her limbs; she cannot even now say help.

The power of articulation is gone, but the power of movement has returned to her; she can draw herself slowly along to the other side of the bed from that towards which the hideous appearance is coming.
But her eyes are fascinated.

The glance of a serpent could not have produced a greater effect upon her than did the fixed gaze of those awful, metallic-looking eyes that were bent on her face.

Crouching down so that the gigantic height was lost, and the horrible, protruding, white face was the most prominent object, came on the figure.