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After
all
these
dreams
there
remained
on
waking
a
remembrance
of
having
been
in
a
place
very
nearly
dark
,
and
of
having
spoken
to
people
whom
I
could
not
see
;
and
especially
of
one
clear
voice
,
of
a
female
's
,
very
deep
,
that
spoke
as
if
at
a
distance
,
slowly
,
and
producing
always
the
same
sensation
of
indescribable
solemnity
and
fear
.
Sometime
there
came
a
sensation
as
if
a
hand
was
drawn
softly
along
my
cheek
and
neck
.
Sometimes
it
was
as
if
warm
lips
kissed
me
,
and
longer
and
longer
and
more
lovingly
as
they
reached
my
throat
,
but
there
the
caress
fixed
itself
.
My
heart
beat
faster
,
my
breathing
rose
and
fell
rapidly
and
full
drawn
;
a
sobbing
,
that
rose
into
a
sense
of
strangulation
,
supervened
,
and
turned
into
a
dreadful
convulsion
,
in
which
my
senses
left
me
and
I
became
unconscious
.
It
was
now
three
weeks
since
the
commencement
of
this
unaccountable
state
.
My
sufferings
had
,
during
the
last
week
,
told
upon
my
appearance
.
I
had
grown
pale
,
my
eyes
were
dilated
and
darkened
underneath
,
and
the
languor
which
I
had
long
felt
began
to
display
itself
in
my
countenance
.
My
father
asked
me
often
whether
I
was
ill
;
but
,
with
an
obstinacy
which
now
seems
to
me
unaccountable
,
I
persisted
in
assuring
him
that
I
was
quite
well
.
In
a
sense
this
was
true
.
I
had
no
pain
,
I
could
complain
of
no
bodily
derangement
.
My
complaint
seemed
to
be
one
of
the
imagination
,
or
the
nerves
,
and
,
horrible
as
my
sufferings
were
,
I
kept
them
,
with
a
morbid
reserve
,
very
nearly
to
myself
.
It
could
not
be
that
terrible
complaint
which
the
peasants
called
the
oupire
,
for
I
had
now
been
suffering
for
three
weeks
,
and
they
were
seldom
ill
for
much
more
than
three
days
,
when
death
put
an
end
to
their
miseries
.
Carmilla
complained
of
dreams
and
feverish
sensations
,
but
by
no
means
of
so
alarming
a
kind
as
mine
.
I
say
that
mine
were
extremely
alarming
.
Had
I
been
capable
of
comprehending
my
condition
,
I
would
have
invoked
aid
and
advice
on
my
knees
.
The
narcotic
of
an
unsuspected
influence
was
acting
upon
me
,
and
my
perceptions
were
benumbed
.
I
am
going
to
tell
you
now
of
a
dream
that
led
immediately
to
an
odd
discovery
.
One
night
,
instead
of
the
voice
I
was
accustomed
to
hear
in
the
dark
,
I
heard
one
,
sweet
and
tender
,
and
at
the
same
time
terrible
,
which
said
,
"
Your
mother
warns
you
to
beware
of
the
assassin
.
"
At
the
same
time
a
light
unexpectedly
sprang
up
,
and
I
saw
Carmilla
,
standing
,
near
the
foot
of
my
bed
,
in
her
white
nightdress
,
bathed
,
from
her
chin
to
her
feet
,
in
one
great
stain
of
blood
.
I
wakened
with
a
shriek
,
possessed
with
the
one
idea
that
Carmilla
was
being
murdered
