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I
listened
in
an
agony
of
superstitious
terror
--
but
there
was
no
repetition
of
the
sound
.
I
strained
my
vision
to
detect
any
motion
in
the
corpse
--
but
there
was
not
the
slightest
perceptible
.
Yet
I
could
not
have
been
deceived
.
I
had
heard
the
noise
,
however
faint
,
and
my
soul
was
awakened
within
me
.
I
resolutely
and
perseveringly
kept
my
attention
riveted
upon
the
body
.
Many
minutes
elapsed
before
any
circumstance
occurred
tending
to
throw
light
upon
the
mystery
.
At
length
it
became
evident
that
a
slight
,
a
very
feeble
,
and
barely
noticeable
tinge
of
color
had
flushed
up
within
the
cheeks
,
and
along
the
sunken
small
veins
of
the
eyelids
.
Through
a
species
of
unutterable
horror
and
awe
,
for
which
the
language
of
mortality
has
no
sufficiently
energetic
expression
,
I
felt
my
heart
cease
to
beat
,
my
limbs
grow
rigid
where
I
sat
.
Yet
a
sense
of
duty
finally
operated
to
restore
my
self-possession
.
I
could
no
longer
doubt
that
we
had
been
precipitate
in
our
preparations
--
that
Rowena
still
lived
.
It
was
necessary
that
some
immediate
exertion
be
made
;
yet
turret
was
altogether
apart
from
the
portion
of
the
abbey
tenanted
by
the
servants
--
there
were
none
within
call
--
I
had
no
means
of
summoning
them
to
my
aid
without
leaving
the
room
for
many
minutes
--
and
this
I
could
not
venture
to
do
.
I
therefore
struggled
alone
in
my
endeavors
to
call
back
the
spirit
ill
hovering
.
In
a
short
period
it
was
certain
,
however
,
that
a
relapse
had
taken
place
;
the
color
disappeared
from
both
eyelid
and
cheek
,
leaving
a
wanness
even
more
than
that
of
marble
;
the
lips
became
doubly
shrivelled
and
pinched
up
in
the
ghastly
expression
of
death
;
a
repulsive
clamminess
and
coldness
overspread
rapidly
the
surface
of
the
body
;
and
all
the
usual
rigorous
illness
immediately
supervened
.
I
fell
back
with
a
shudder
upon
the
couch
from
which
I
had
been
so
startlingly
aroused
,
and
again
gave
myself
up
to
passionate
waking
visions
of
Ligeia
.
An
hour
thus
elapsed
when
(
could
it
be
possible
?
)
I
was
a
second
time
aware
of
some
vague
sound
issuing
from
the
region
of
the
bed
.
I
listened
--
in
extremity
of
horror
.
The
sound
came
again
--
it
was
a
sigh
.
Rushing
to
the
corpse
,
I
saw
--
distinctly
saw
--
a
tremor
upon
the
lips
.
In
a
minute
afterward
they
relaxed
,
disclosing
a
bright
line
of
the
pearly
teeth
.
Amazement
now
struggled
in
my
bosom
with
the
profound
awe
which
had
hitherto
reigned
there
alone
.
I
felt
that
my
vision
grew
dim
,
that
my
reason
wandered
;
and
it
was
only
by
a
violent
effort
that
I
at
length
succeeded
in
nerving
myself
to
the
task
which
duty
thus
once
more
had
pointed
out
.
There
was
now
a
partial
glow
upon
the
forehead
and
upon
the
cheek
and
throat
;
a
perceptible
warmth
pervaded
the
whole
frame
;
there
was
even
a
slight
pulsation
at
the
heart
.
The
lady
lived
;
and
with
redoubled
ardor
I
betook
myself
to
the
task
of
restoration
.
I
chafed
and
bathed
the
temples
and
the
hands
,
and
used
every
exertion
which
experience
,
and
no
little
medical
reading
,
could
suggest
.
But
in
vain
.
Suddenly
,
the
color
fled
,
the
pulsation
ceased
,
the
lips
resumed
the
expression
of
the
dead
,
and
,
in
an
instant
afterward
,
the
whole
body
took
upon
itself
the
icy
chilliness
,
the
livid
hue
,
the
intense
rigidity
,
the
sunken
outline
,
and
all
the
loathsome
peculiarities
of
that
which
has
been
,
for
many
days
,
a
tenant
of
the
tomb
.
And
again
I
sunk
into
visions
of
Ligeia
--
and
again
,
(
what
marvel
that
I
shudder
while
I
write
,
)
again
there
reached
my
ears
a
low
sob
from
the
region
of
the
ebony
bed
.
But
why
shall
I
minutely
detail
the
unspeakable
horrors
of
that
night
?
Why
shall
I
pause
to
relate
how
,
time
after
time
,
until
near
the
period
of
the
gray
dawn
,
this
hideous
drama
of
revivification
was
repeated
;
how
each
terrific
relapse
was
only
into
a
sterner
and
apparently
more
irredeemable
death
;
how
each
agony
wore
the
aspect
of
a
struggle
with
some
invisible
foe
;
and
how
each
struggle
was
succeeded
by
I
know
not
what
of
wild
change
in
the
personal
appearance
of
the
corpse
?
Let
me
hurry
to
a
conclusion
.
The
greater
part
of
the
fearful
night
had
worn
away
,
and
she
who
had
been
dead
,
once
again
stirred
--
and
now
more
vigorously
than
hitherto
,
although
arousing
from
a
dissolution
more
appalling
in
its
utter
hopelessness
than
any
.
I
had
long
ceased
to
struggle
or
to
move
,
and
remained
sitting
rigidly
upon
the
ottoman
,
a
helpless
prey
to
a
whirl
of
violent
emotions
,
of
which
extreme
awe
was
perhaps
the
least
terrible
,
the
least
consuming
.
The
corpse
,
I
repeat
,
stirred
,
and
now
more
vigorously
than
before
.
The
hues
of
life
flushed
up
with
unwonted
energy
into
the
countenance
--
the
limbs
relaxed
--
and
,
save
that
the
eyelids
were
yet
pressed
heavily
together
,
and
that
the
bandages
and
draperies
of
the
grave
still
imparted
their
charnel
character
to
the
figure
,
I
might
have
dreamed
that
Rowena
had
indeed
shaken
off
,
utterly
,
the
fetters
of
Death
.
But
if
this
idea
was
not
,
even
then
,
altogether
adopted
,
I
could
at
least
doubt
no
longer
,
when
,
arising
from
the
bed
,
tottering
,
with
feeble
steps
,
with
closed
eyes
,
and
with
the
manner
of
one
bewildered
in
a
dream
,
the
thing
that
was
enshrouded
advanced
boldly
and
palpably
into
the
middle
of
the
apartment
.
I
trembled
not
--
I
stirred
not
--
for
a
crowd
of
unutterable
fancies
connected
with
the
air
,
the
stature
,
the
demeanor
of
the
figure
,
rushing
hurriedly
through
my
brain
,
had
paralyzed
--
had
chilled
me
into
stone
.
I
stirred
not
--
but
gazed
upon
the
apparition
.
There
was
a
mad
disorder
in
my
thoughts
--
a
tumult
unappeasable
.
Could
it
,
indeed
,
be
the
living
Rowena
who
confronted
me
?
Could
it
indeed
be
Rowena
at
all
--
the
fair-haired
,
the
blue-eyed
Lady
Rowena
Trevanion
of
Tremaine
?
Why
,
why
should
I
doubt
it
?
The
bandage
lay
heavily
about
the
mouth
--
but
then
might
it
not
be
the
mouth
of
the
breathing
Lady
of
Tremaine
?
And
the
cheeks
--
there
were
the
roses
as
in
her
noon
of
life
--
yes
,
these
might
indeed
be
the
fair
cheeks
of
the
living
Lady
of
Tremaine
.
And
the
chin
,
with
its
dimples
,
as
in
health
,
might
it
not
be
hers
?
--
but
had
she
then
grown
taller
since
her
malady
?
What
inexpressible
madness
seized
me
with
that
thought
?
One
bound
,
and
I
had
reached
her
feet
!
Shrinking
from
my
touch
,
she
let
fall
from
her
head
,
unloosened
,
the
ghastly
cerements
which
had
confined
it
,
and
there
streamed
forth
,
into
the
rushing
atmosphere
of
the
chamber
,
huge
masses
of
long
and
dishevelled
hair
;
it
was
blacker
than
the
raven
wings
of
the
midnight
!
And
now
slowly
opened
the
eyes
of
the
figure
which
stood
before
me
.
"
Here
then
,
at
least
,
"
I
shrieked
aloud
,
"
can
I
never
--
can
I
never
be
mistaken
--
these
are
the
full
,
and
the
black
,
and
the
wild
eyes
--
of
my
lost
love
--
of
the
lady
--
of
the
LADY
Ligeia
.
"