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"
For
a
few
moments
I
had
stood
petrified
.
I
now
sprang
forward
,
with
my
sword
in
my
hand
.
The
black
creature
suddenly
contracted
towards
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
glided
over
it
,
and
,
standing
on
the
floor
about
a
yard
below
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
with
a
glare
of
skulking
ferocity
and
horror
fixed
on
me
,
I
saw
Millarca
.
Speculating
I
know
not
what
,
I
struck
at
her
instantly
with
my
sword
;
but
I
saw
her
standing
near
the
door
,
unscathed
.
Horrified
,
I
pursued
,
and
struck
again
.
She
was
gone
;
and
my
sword
flew
to
shivers
against
the
door
.
"
I
ca
n't
describe
to
you
all
that
passed
on
that
horrible
night
.
The
whole
house
was
up
and
stirring
.
The
specter
Millarca
was
gone
.
But
her
victim
was
sinking
fast
,
and
before
the
morning
dawned
,
she
died
.
"
The
old
General
was
agitated
.
We
did
not
speak
to
him
.
My
father
walked
to
some
little
distance
,
and
began
reading
the
inscriptions
on
the
tombstones
;
and
thus
occupied
,
he
strolled
into
the
door
of
a
side
chapel
to
prosecute
his
researches
.
The
General
leaned
against
the
wall
,
dried
his
eyes
,
and
sighed
heavily
.
I
was
relieved
on
hearing
the
voices
of
Carmilla
and
Madame
,
who
were
at
that
moment
approaching
.
The
voices
died
away
.
In
this
solitude
,
having
just
listened
to
so
strange
a
story
,
connected
,
as
it
was
,
with
the
great
and
titled
dead
,
whose
monuments
were
moldering
among
the
dust
and
ivy
round
us
,
and
every
incident
of
which
bore
so
awfully
upon
my
own
mysterious
case
--
in
this
haunted
spot
,
darkened
by
the
towering
foliage
that
rose
on
every
side
,
dense
and
high
above
its
noiseless
walls
--
a
horror
began
to
steal
over
me
,
and
my
heart
sank
as
I
thought
that
my
friends
were
,
after
all
,
not
about
to
enter
and
disturb
this
triste
and
ominous
scene
.
The
old
General
's
eyes
were
fixed
on
the
ground
,
as
he
leaned
with
his
hand
upon
the
basement
of
a
shattered
monument
.
Under
a
narrow
,
arched
doorway
,
surmounted
by
one
of
those
demoniacal
grotesques
in
which
the
cynical
and
ghastly
fancy
of
old
Gothic
carving
delights
,
I
saw
very
gladly
the
beautiful
face
and
figure
of
Carmilla
enter
the
shadowy
chapel
.
I
was
just
about
to
rise
and
speak
,
and
nodded
smiling
,
in
answer
to
her
peculiarly
engaging
smile
;
when
with
a
cry
,
the
old
man
by
my
side
caught
up
the
woodman
's
hatchet
,
and
started
forward
.
On
seeing
him
a
brutalized
change
came
over
her
features
.
It
was
an
instantaneous
and
horrible
transformation
,
as
she
made
a
crouching
step
backwards
.
Before
I
could
utter
a
scream
,
he
struck
at
her
with
all
his
force
,
but
she
dived
under
his
blow
,
and
unscathed
,
caught
him
in
her
tiny
grasp
by
the
wrist
.
He
struggled
for
a
moment
to
release
his
arm
,
but
his
hand
opened
,
the
axe
fell
to
the
ground
,
and
the
girl
was
gone
.
He
staggered
against
the
wall
His
grey
hair
stood
upon
his
head
,
and
a
moisture
shone
over
his
face
,
as
if
he
were
at
the
point
of
death
.
The
frightful
scene
had
passed
in
a
moment
.
The
first
thing
I
recollect
after
,
is
Madame
standing
before
me
,
and
impatiently
repeating
again
and
again
,
the
question
,
"
Where
is
Mademoiselle
Carmilla
?
"
