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I
answered
at
length
,
"
I
do
n't
know
--
I
ca
n't
tell
--
she
went
there
,
"
and
I
pointed
to
the
door
through
which
Madame
had
just
entered
;
"
only
a
minute
or
two
since
.
"
"
But
I
have
been
standing
there
,
in
the
passage
,
ever
since
Mademoiselle
Carmilla
entered
;
and
she
did
not
return
.
"
She
then
began
to
call
"
Carmilla
,
"
through
every
door
and
passage
and
from
the
windows
,
but
no
answer
came
.
"
She
called
herself
Carmilla
?
"
asked
the
General
,
still
agitated
.
"
Carmilla
,
yes
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Aye
,
"
he
said
;
"
that
is
Millarca
.
That
is
the
same
person
who
long
ago
was
called
Mircalla
,
Countess
Karnstein
.
Depart
from
this
accursed
ground
,
my
poor
child
,
as
quickly
as
you
can
.
Drive
to
the
clergyman
's
house
,
and
stay
there
till
we
come
.
Begone
!
May
you
never
behold
Carmilla
more
;
you
will
not
find
her
here
.
"
As
he
spoke
one
of
the
strangest
looking
men
I
ever
beheld
entered
the
chapel
at
the
door
through
which
Carmilla
had
made
her
entrance
and
her
exit
.
He
was
tall
,
narrow-chested
,
stooping
,
with
high
shoulders
,
and
dressed
in
black
.
His
face
was
brown
and
dried
in
with
deep
furrows
;
he
wore
an
oddly-shaped
hat
with
a
broad
leaf
.
His
hair
,
long
and
grizzled
,
hung
on
his
shoulders
.
He
wore
a
pair
of
gold
spectacles
,
and
walked
slowly
,
with
an
odd
shambling
gait
,
with
his
face
sometimes
turned
up
to
the
sky
,
and
sometimes
bowed
down
towards
the
ground
,
seemed
to
wear
a
perpetual
smile
;
his
long
thin
arms
were
swinging
,
and
his
lank
hands
,
in
old
black
gloves
ever
so
much
too
wide
for
them
,
waving
and
gesticulating
in
utter
abstraction
.
"
The
very
man
!
"
exclaimed
the
General
,
advancing
with
manifest
delight
.
"
My
dear
Baron
,
how
happy
I
am
to
see
you
,
I
had
no
hope
of
meeting
you
so
soon
.
"
He
signed
to
my
father
,
who
had
by
this
time
returned
,
and
leading
the
fantastic
old
gentleman
,
whom
he
called
the
Baron
to
meet
him
.
He
introduced
him
formally
,
and
they
at
once
entered
into
earnest
conversation
.
The
stranger
took
a
roll
of
paper
from
his
pocket
,
and
spread
it
on
the
worn
surface
of
a
tomb
that
stood
by
.
He
had
a
pencil
case
in
his
fingers
,
with
which
he
traced
imaginary
lines
from
point
to
point
on
the
paper
,
which
from
their
often
glancing
from
it
,
together
,
at
certain
points
of
the
building
,
I
concluded
to
be
a
plan
of
the
chapel
.
He
accompanied
,
what
I
may
term
,
his
lecture
,
with
occasional
readings
from
a
dirty
little
book
,
whose
yellow
leaves
were
closely
written
over
.
They
sauntered
together
down
the
side
aisle
,
opposite
to
the
spot
where
I
was
standing
,
conversing
as
they
went
;
then
they
began
measuring
distances
by
paces
,
and
finally
they
all
stood
together
,
facing
a
piece
of
the
sidewall
,
which
they
began
to
examine
with
great
minuteness
;
pulling
off
the
ivy
that
clung
over
it
,
and
rapping
the
plaster
with
the
ends
of
their
sticks
,
scraping
here
,
and
knocking
there
.
At
length
they
ascertained
the
existence
of
a
broad
marble
tablet
,
with
letters
carved
in
relief
upon
it
.
