Eacime I struck a matco lig seemed a garment of t innocence of mine for wed fell away from me.

    te naked, under a t of very rare and precious linen, sucaly used to soucly, on te breast; s I could see t of ranglers fingers. te, closed eyelids. t the dead lips smiled.

    Beyond tafalque, in te nacreous glimmer; as my eyes accustomed to t last -- o a skull; yes, a skull, so utterly denuded, no scarcely seemed possible tark bone ered rung up by a system of unseen cords, so t it appeared to ill,  e roses, and a veil of lace, the final image of his bride.

    Yet till so beautiful, s s ed above it, t I recognised  I sa. One false step, o in ted sisterep and into tumbled. And  dead, tess o on a spool of inexorability. But, at first, I could see no sign of mosp by my presence -- tal sted a gly t rying to clamber out, t of my rising eria, I kneo find a here.

    itrembling fingers, I prised open t of t coffin, s sculpted face caugus of pain. till  dropped into t by one but by a ly   been all time ed me, in t of Paris?

    I closed tly and burst into a tumult of sobbing t contained boty for ims and also a dreadful anguiso knooo, hem.

    t from a door to else flas, as if to tell me t t, e, .

    I retained sufficient presence of mind to snuff out to gataper, to look around, alto ensure I  beraces of my visit.

    I retrieved t in my o keep my he door behind me.

    It craso ion, like the door of hell.

    I could not take refuge in my bedroom,