Indeed, time only could decide whether these footsteps tended to this, or to some other, apartment.
My doubts were quickly dispelled.

The door opened, and a figure glided in.

The portmanteau dropped from my arms, and my heart's blood was chilled.

If an apparition of the dead were possible, (and that possibility I could not deny,) this was such an apparition.

A hue, yellowish and livid; bones, uncovered with flesh; eyes, ghastly, hollow, woe-begone, and fixed in an agony of wonder upon me; and locks, matted and negligent, constituted the image which I now beheld.