So huddled was her posture that I could distinguish few details in the fading light; yet I noted that she wore a white upper garment, and that her thick hair flowed in a dense black mass about her shoulders.
For a moment I stood there helpless, believing I gazed upon death.

She either moved slightly, or the waves rocked the boat so as to somewhat disturb her posture.

That semblance of life sent my blood leaping once more within my veins, and I leaned over and touched her cautiously.
"Oh, go away! Please go away!" she cried, not loudly, but with a stress of utterance that caused me to start back half in terror.

"I am not afraid of you, but either take my soul or go away and leave me." "For whom do you mistake me ?" I asked, my hand closing now over hers.
"For another devil come out of the black night to torture me afresh!" she answered, never once moving even to my touch.

"Ah, what legions there must be to send forth so many after the soul of one poor girl! 'T is not that I shrink from the end.