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Chapter 39

           AboutmidnightIawoke,vaguelyterrified,toseethecabinfullofastrongredlightandfierceglare.Myfirstdazedimpressionwasthattheyachtwasonfire—thenextinstantIbecameparalysedanddumbwithhorror.Sibylstoodbeforeme!...Sibyl,awild,strange,torturedwrithingfigure,halfnude,wavingbeckoningarms,andmakingdesperategestures—herfacewasasIhadseenitlastindeath,lividandhideous,...hereyesblazedmingledmenace,despair,andwarninguponme!Roundheralivingwreathofflamecoiledupwardslikeatwistedsnake,...herlipsmovedasthoughshestrovetospeak,butnosoundcamefromthem——andwhileIyetlookedather,shevanished!Imusthavelostconsciousnessthen—forwhenIawokeitwasbroadday.Butthisghastlyvisitationwasonlythefirstofmanysuch—andatlast,everynightIsawherthus,sheetedinflame,tillIgrewwell-nighmadwithfearandmisery.Mytormentwasindescribable—yetIsaidnothingtoLucio,whowatchedme,asIimagined,narrowly—Itooksleeping-draughtsinthehopetoprocureunbrokenrest,butinvain—alwaysIwokeatoneparticularmoment,andalwaysIhadtofacethisfieryphantomofmydeadwife,withdespairinhereyesandanunutteredwarningonherlips.Thiswasnotall.Onedayinthefullsunlightofaquietafternoon,Ienteredthesaloonoftheyachtalone,andstartedbackamazedtoseemyoldfriendJohnCarringtonseatedatthetable,peninhand,castingupaccounts.

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