"Ghosts are usually pale, Jane."

     "This, sir, was purple: the lips were swelled and dark; the brow furrowed: the black eyebrows widely raised over the bloodshot eyes. Shall I tell you of what it reminded me?"

     "You may."

     "Of the foul German spectre--the Vampyre."

     "Ah!--what did it do?"

     "Sir, it removed my veil from its gaunt head, rent it in two parts, and flinging both on the floor, trampled on them."

     "Afterwards?"

     "It drew aside the window-curtain and looked out; perhaps it saw dawn approaching, for, taking the candle, it retreated to the door. Just at my bedside, the figure stopped: the fiery eyes glared upon me--she thrust up her candle close to my face, and extinguished it under my eyes. I was aware her lurid visage flamed over mine, and I lost consciousness: for the second time in my life--only the second time--I became insensible from terror."