Кармилла
Her Habits — A Saunter
Shesaidbrusquely,"Don’tyouperceivehowdiscordantthatis?"
"Ithinkitverysweet,onthecontrary,"Ianswered,vexedattheinterruption,andveryuncomfortable,lestthepeoplewhocomposedthelittleprocessionshouldobserveandresentwhatwaspassing.
Iresumed,therefore,instantly,andwasagaininterrupted."Youpiercemyears,"saidCarmilla,almostangrily,andstoppingherearswithhertinyfingers."Besides,howcanyoutellthatyourreligionandminearethesame;yourformswoundme,andIhatefunerals.Whatafuss!Whyyoumustdie—everyonemustdie;andallarehappierwhentheydo.Comehome."
"Myfatherhasgoneonwiththeclergymantothechurchyard.Ithoughtyouknewshewastobeburiedtoday."
"She?Idon’ttroublemyheadaboutpeasants.Idon’tknowwhosheis,"answeredCarmilla,withaflashfromherfineeyes.
"Sheisthepoorgirlwhofanciedshesawaghostafortnightago,andhasbeendyingeversince,tillyesterday,whensheexpired."
"Tellmenothingaboutghosts.Ishan’tsleeptonightifyoudo."
"Ihopethereisnoplagueorfevercoming;allthislooksverylikeit,"Icontinued."Theswineherd’syoungwifediedonlyaweekago,andshethoughtsomethingseizedherbythethroatasshelayinherbed,andnearlystrangledher.Papasayssuchhorriblefanciesdoaccompanysomeformsoffever.Shewasquitewellthedaybefore.Shesankafterwards,anddiedbeforeaweek."
