She had longed for these pictures while she was in her strange hysteric condition, and they had been hung up in her chamber.
The night was far gone, as she knew by the declining of the constellations which she had seen shining brightly almost overhead in the early evening, when she awoke, and found herself still sitting in the very attitude in which she was sitting hours before.

Her lamp had burned out, and the starlight but dimly illuminated her chamber.

She started to find herself sitting there, chilled and stiffened by long remaining in one posture; and as her consciousness returned, a great fear seized her, and she sprang for a match.

It broke with the quick movement she made to kindle it, and she snatched another as if a fiend were after her.

It flashed and went out.