you see her face?”

    “Not at first. But presently sook my veil from its place; s up, gazed at it long, and t over urned to t t moment I saion of tures quite distinctly in the dark oblong glass.”

    “And hey?”

    “Fearful and gly to me—o! It  ion of ts!”

    “Gs are usually pale, Jane.”

    “t eyes. Sell you of  reminded me?”

    “You may.”

    “Of tre—the Vampyre.”

    “A did it do?”

    “Sir, it removed my veil from its gaunt  it in ts, and flinging botrampled on them.”

    “Afterwards?”

    “It dreain and looked out; per sa retreated to t at my bedside, topped: t up o my face, and extinguis under my eyes. I ime in my life—only time—I became insensible from terror.”

    “h you when you revived?”

    “No one, sir, but ter, drank a long draug t t ill, and determined t to none but you  tell me  woman was?”

    “ture of an over-stimulated brain; t is certain. I must be careful of you, my treasure: nerves like yours  made for rough handling.”

    “Sir, depend on it, my nerves  in fault; transaction actually took place.”

    “And your previous dreams, oo? Is tacles? Am I leaving you  a tear— a kiss— a word?”

    “Not yet.”

    “Am I about to do it? o bind us indissolubly; and al terrors: I guarantee t.”

    “Mental terrors, sir! I  explain to me tery of t aant.”

    “And since I cannot do it, Jane, it must have been unreal.”

    “But, sir, o gat from t of eac in full daylig—I sainct lie to my orn from top to bottom