how beautiful she looked in the moonlight!

her eyes so full of melancholy fire, following me,

I wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as I do to you; I have never had a friend—shall I find one now? She sighed, and her fine dark eyes gazed passionately on me.

if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine.

how beautiful she looked in the moonlight!

Carmilla returns to memory with ambiguous alternations—sometimes the playful, languid, beautiful girl; sometimes the writhing fiend I saw in the ruined church; and often from a reverie I have started, fancying I heard the light step of Carmilla at the drawing room door.

a cruel love—strange love, that would have taken my life. Love will have its sacrifices. No sacrifice without blood.

Love will have its sacrifices.

and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek.

to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together.

And with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.

Now declared that when the moon shone with a light so intense it was well known that it indicated a special spiritual activity.

The moon, this night, she said, is full of idyllic and magnetic influence—and see, when you look behind you at the front of the schloss how all its windows flash and twinkle with that silvery splendor, as if unseen hands had lighted up the rooms to receive fairy guests.

The effect of the full moon in such a state of brilliancy was manifold. It acted on dreams, it acted on lunacy, it acted on nervous people, it had marvelous physical influences connected with life.

Now declared that when the moon shone with a light so intense it was well known that it indicated a special spiritual activity.

her eyes so full of melancholy fire, following me,

and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek.

The lady clasped her hands and looked upward, as if in a momentary transport of gratitude; but immediately she broke out again in that theatrical way which is, I believe, natural to some people.

She kissed me silently.

And with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.