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I
was
very
nervous
for
a
long
time
after
this
.
A
doctor
was
called
in
,
he
was
pallid
and
elderly
.
How
well
I
remember
his
long
saturnine
face
,
slightly
pitted
with
smallpox
,
and
his
chestnut
wig
.
For
a
good
while
,
every
second
day
,
he
came
and
gave
me
medicine
,
which
of
course
I
hated
.
The
morning
after
I
saw
this
apparition
I
was
in
a
state
of
terror
,
and
could
not
bear
to
be
left
alone
,
daylight
though
it
was
,
for
a
moment
.
I
remember
my
father
coming
up
and
standing
at
the
bedside
,
and
talking
cheerfully
,
and
asking
the
nurse
a
number
of
questions
,
and
laughing
very
heartily
at
one
of
the
answers
;
and
patting
me
on
the
shoulder
,
and
kissing
me
,
and
telling
me
not
to
be
frightened
,
that
it
was
nothing
but
a
dream
and
could
not
hurt
me
But
I
was
not
comforted
,
for
I
knew
the
visit
of
the
strange
woman
was
not
a
dream
;
and
I
was
awfully
frightened
.
I
was
a
little
consoled
by
the
nursery
maid
's
assuring
me
that
it
was
she
who
had
come
and
looked
at
me
,
and
lain
down
beside
me
in
the
bed
,
and
that
I
must
have
been
half-dreaming
not
to
have
known
her
face
.
But
this
,
though
supported
by
the
nurse
,
did
not
quite
satisfy
me
.
I
remembered
,
in
the
course
of
that
day
,
a
venerable
old
man
,
in
a
black
cassock
,
coming
into
the
room
with
the
nurse
and
housekeeper
,
and
talking
a
little
to
them
,
and
very
kindly
to
me
;
his
face
was
very
sweet
and
gentle
,
and
he
told
me
they
were
going
to
pray
,
and
joined
my
hands
together
,
and
desired
me
to
say
,
softly
,
while
they
were
praying
,
"
Lord
hear
all
good
prayers
for
us
,
for
Jesus
'
sake
.
"
I
think
these
were
the
very
words
,
for
I
often
repeated
them
to
myself
,
and
my
nurse
used
for
years
to
make
me
say
them
in
my
prayers
.
I
remembered
so
well
the
thoughtful
sweet
face
of
that
white-haired
old
man
,
in
his
black
cassock
,
as
he
stood
in
that
rude
,
lofty
,
brown
room
,
with
the
clumsy
furniture
of
a
fashion
three
hundred
years
old
about
him
,
and
the
scanty
light
entering
its
shadowy
atmosphere
through
the
small
lattice
.
He
kneeled
,
and
the
three
women
with
him
,
and
he
prayed
aloud
with
an
earnest
quavering
voice
for
,
what
appeared
to
me
,
a
long
time
.
I
forget
all
my
life
preceding
that
event
,
and
for
some
time
after
it
is
all
obscure
also
,
but
the
scenes
I
have
just
described
stand
out
vivid
as
the
isolated
pictures
of
the
phantasmagoria
surrounded
by
darkness
.
I
am
now
going
to
tell
you
something
so
strange
that
it
will
require
all
your
faith
in
my
veracity
to
believe
my
story
.
It
is
not
only
true
,
nevertheless
,
but
truth
of
which
I
have
been
an
eyewitness
.
It
was
a
sweet
summer
evening
,
and
my
father
asked
me
,
as
he
sometimes
did
,
to
take
a
little
ramble
with
him
along
that
beautiful
forest
vista
which
I
have
mentioned
as
lying
in
front
of
the
schloss
.
"
General
Spielsdorf
can
not
come
to
us
so
soon
as
I
had
hoped
,
"
said
my
father
,
as
we
pursued
our
walk
.
