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"
And
you
asked
for
the
picture
you
think
like
me
,
to
hang
in
your
room
,
"
she
murmured
with
a
sigh
,
as
she
drew
her
arm
closer
about
my
waist
,
and
let
her
pretty
head
sink
upon
my
shoulder
.
"
How
romantic
you
are
,
Carmilla
,
"
I
said
.
"
Whenever
you
tell
me
your
story
,
it
will
be
made
up
chiefly
of
some
one
great
romance
.
"
She
kissed
me
silently
.
"
I
am
sure
,
Carmilla
,
you
have
been
in
love
;
that
there
is
,
at
this
moment
,
an
affair
of
the
heart
going
on
.
"
"
I
have
been
in
love
with
no
one
,
and
never
shall
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
unless
it
should
be
with
you
.
"
How
beautiful
she
looked
in
the
moonlight
!
Shy
and
strange
was
the
look
with
which
she
quickly
hid
her
face
in
my
neck
and
hair
,
with
tumultuous
sighs
,
that
seemed
almost
to
sob
,
and
pressed
in
mine
a
hand
that
trembled
.
Her
soft
cheek
was
glowing
against
mine
.
"
Darling
,
darling
,
"
she
murmured
,
"
I
live
in
you
;
and
you
would
die
for
me
,
I
love
you
so
.
"
I
started
from
her
.
She
was
gazing
on
me
with
eyes
from
which
all
fire
,
all
meaning
had
flown
,
and
a
face
colorless
and
apathetic
.
"
Is
there
a
chill
in
the
air
,
dear
?
"
she
said
drowsily
.
"
I
almost
shiver
;
have
I
been
dreaming
?
Let
us
come
in
.
Come
;
come
;
come
in
.
"
