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"
This
,
sir
,
was
purple
:
the
lips
were
swelled
and
dark
;
the
brow
furrowed
:
the
black
eyebrows
widely
raised
over
the
bloodshot
eyes
.
Shall
I
tell
you
of
what
it
reminded
me
?
"
"
You
may
.
"
"
Of
the
foul
German
spectre
--
the
Vampyre
.
"
"
Ah
!
--
what
did
it
do
?
"
"
Sir
,
it
removed
my
veil
from
its
gaunt
head
,
rent
it
in
two
parts
,
and
flinging
both
on
the
floor
,
trampled
on
them
.
"
"
Afterwards
?
"
"
It
drew
aside
the
window-curtain
and
looked
out
;
perhaps
it
saw
dawn
approaching
,
for
,
taking
the
candle
,
it
retreated
to
the
door
.
Just
at
my
bedside
,
the
figure
stopped
:
the
fiery
eyes
glared
upon
me
--
she
thrust
up
her
candle
close
to
my
face
,
and
extinguished
it
under
my
eyes
.
I
was
aware
her
lurid
visage
flamed
over
mine
,
and
I
lost
consciousness
:
for
the
second
time
in
my
life
--
only
the
second
time
--
I
became
insensible
from
terror
.
"
Who
was
with
you
when
you
revived
?
"
"
No
one
,
sir
,
but
the
broad
day
.
I
rose
,
bathed
my
head
and
face
in
water
,
drank
a
long
draught
;
felt
that
though
enfeebled
I
was
not
ill
,
and
determined
that
to
none
but
you
would
I
impart
this
vision
.
Now
,
sir
,
tell
me
who
and
what
that
woman
was
?
"
"
The
creature
of
an
over-stimulated
brain
;
that
is
certain
.
I
must
be
careful
of
you
,
my
treasure
:
nerves
like
yours
were
not
made
for
rough
handling
.
"
