Кармилла
Her Habits — A Saunter
"Well,herfuneralisover,Ihope,andherhymnsung;andourearsshan’tbetorturedwiththatdiscordandjargon.Ithasmademenervous.Sitdownhere,besideme;sitclose;holdmyhand;pressithard-hard-harder."
Wehadmovedalittleback,andhadcometoanotherseat.
Shesatdown.Herfaceunderwentachangethatalarmedandeventerrifiedmeforamoment.Itdarkened,andbecamehorriblylivid;herteethandhandswereclenched,andshefrownedandcompressedherlips,whileshestareddownuponthegroundatherfeet,andtrembledalloverwithacontinuedshudderasirrepressibleasague.Allherenergiesseemedstrainedtosuppressafit,withwhichshewasthenbreathlesslytugging;andatlengthalowconvulsivecryofsufferingbrokefromher,andgraduallythehysteriasubsided."There!Thatcomesofstranglingpeoplewithhymns!"shesaidatlast."Holdme,holdmestill.Itispassingaway."
Andsograduallyitdid;andperhapstodissipatethesomberimpressionwhichthespectaclehadleftuponme,shebecameunusuallyanimatedandchatty;andsowegothome.
ThiswasthefirsttimeIhadseenherexhibitanydefinablesymptomsofthatdelicacyofhealthwhichhermotherhadspokenof.Itwasthefirsttime,also,Ihadseenherexhibitanythingliketemper.
Bothpassedawaylikeasummercloud;andneverbutonceafterwardsdidIwitnessonherpartamomentarysignofanger.Iwilltellyouhowithappened.