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"
I
told
you
so
,
"
said
the
old
lady
,
with
the
glass
in
her
hand
.
"
It
is
his
poor
young
countess
who
was
frightened
--
"
"
It
is
not
,
"
I
said
.
"
There
is
neither
ghost
of
earl
nor
ghost
of
countess
in
that
room
;
there
is
no
ghost
there
at
all
,
but
worse
,
far
worse
,
something
impalpable
--
"
"
Well
?
"
they
said
.
"
The
worst
of
all
the
things
that
haunt
poor
mortal
men
,
"
said
I
;
"
and
that
is
,
in
all
its
nakedness
--
'
Fear
!
'
Fear
that
will
not
have
light
nor
sound
,
that
will
not
bear
with
reason
,
that
deafens
and
darkens
and
overwhelms
.
It
followed
me
through
the
corridor
,
it
fought
against
me
in
the
room
--
"
I
stopped
abruptly
.
There
was
an
interval
of
silence
.
My
hand
went
up
to
my
bandages
.
"
The
candles
went
out
one
after
another
,
and
I
fled
--
"
Then
the
man
with
the
shade
lifted
his
face
sideways
to
see
me
and
spoke
.
"
That
is
it
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
knew
that
was
it
.
A
Power
of
Darkness
.
To
put
such
a
curse
upon
a
home
!
It
lurks
there
always
.
You
can
feel
it
even
in
the
daytime
,
even
of
a
bright
summer
's
day
,
in
the
hangings
,
in
the
curtains
,
keeping
behind
you
however
you
face
about
.
In
the
dusk
it
creeps
in
the
corridor
and
follows
you
,
so
that
you
dare
not
turn
.
It
is
even
as
you
say
.
Fear
itself
is
in
that
room
.
Black
Fear
...
And
there
it
will
be
...
so
long
as
this
house
of
sin
endures
.
"