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Chapter 34

           "

           Somethingcaughtmybreathhere—Istopped,unabletoutteranotherword.Mavisstaredatmeaffrighted,andIstaredbackagain.

           "Whatisit?"shewhisperedalarmedly.Istruggledtospeak—finally,withdifficultyIansweredher—

           "Nothing!"

           AndImotionedherawaywithagestureofentreaty.TheexpressionofmyfacemusthavestartledorintimidatedherIfancy,forsheretreatedhastilyandIwatchedherdisappearingasifshewerethephantomofadream—then,asshepassedoutthroughtheboudoir,Idrewclosethevelvetportiérebehindherandlockedtheintermediatedoor.ThisdoneIwentslowlybacktothesideofmydeadwife.

           "NowSibyl,"—Isaidaloud—"wearealone,youandI—alonewithourownreflectedimages—youdead,andIliving!Youhavenoterrorsformeinyourpresentcondition—yourbeautyhasgone.

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