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A shadow moves across the windshield. Nan glances back, and shrieks as the glass spiderwebs under a blow. Another impact and a thousand glittering fragments rain into the car, stinging her outflung hand.
My dressing-table was an old-fashioned piece of furniture of black oak, withdrawers all down the front. These were elaborately carved in foliage, of whichivy formed the chief part. The nearer end of this table remained just as it hadbeen, but on the further end a singular change had commenced. I happened to fixmy eye on a little cluster of ivy-leaves. The first of these was evidently thework of the carver; the next looked curious; the third was unmistakable ivy;and just beyond it a tendril of clematis had twined itself about the gilthandle of one of the drawers. Hearing next a slight motion above me, I lookedup, and saw that the branches and leaves designed upon the curtains of my bedwere slightly in motion. Not knowing what change might follow next, I thoughtit high time to get up; and, springing from the bed, my bare feet alighted upona cool green sward; and although I dressed in all haste, I found myselfcompleting my toilet under the boughs of a great tree, whose top waved in thegolden stream of the sunrise with many interchanging lights, and with shadowsof leaf and branch gliding over leaf and branch, as the cool morning wind swungit to and fro, like a sinking sea-wave.
But as I went further into the wood, these sights and sounds became fewer,giving way to others of a different character. A little forest of wildhyacinths was alive with exquisite creatures, who stood nearly motionless, withdrooping necks, holding each by the stem of her flower, and swaying gently withit, whenever a low breath of wind swung the crowded floral belfry. In likemanner, though differing of course in form and meaning, stood a group ofharebells, like little angels waiting, ready, till they were wanted to go onsome yet unknown message. In darker nooks, by the mossy roots of the trees, orin little tufts of grass, each dwelling in a globe of its own green light,weaving a network of grass and its shadows, glowed the glowworms.
I did as she desired, and found myself in a little cave, not very unlike themarble cave. It was festooned and draperied with all kinds of green that clingto shady rocks. In the furthest corner, half-hidden in leaves, through which itglowed, mingling lovely shadows between them, burned a bright rosy flame on alittle earthen lamp. The lady glided round by the wall from behind me, stillkeeping her face towards me, and seated herself in the furthest corner, withher back to the lamp, which she hid completely from my view. I then saw indeeda form of perfect loveliness before me. Almost it seemed as if the light of therose-lamp shone through her (for it could not be reflected from her); such adelicate shade of pink seemed to shadow what in itself must be a marblywhiteness of hue. I discovered afterwards, however, that there was one thing init I did not like; which was, that the white part of the eye was tinged withthe same slight roseate hue as the rest of the form. It is strange that Icannot recall her features; but they, as well as her somewhat girlish figure,left on me simply and only the impression of intense loveliness. I lay down ather feet, and gazed up into her face as I lay. She began, and told me a strangetale, which, likewise, I cannot recollect; but which, at every turn and everypause, somehow or other fixed my eyes and thoughts upon her extreme beauty;seeming always to culminate in something that had a relation, revealed orhidden, but always operative, with her own loveliness. I lay entranced. It wasa tale which brings back a feeling as of snows and tempests; torrents andwater-sprites; lovers parted for long, and meeting at last; with a gorgeoussummer night to close up the whole. I listened till she and I were blended withthe tale; till she and I were the whole history. And we had met at last in thissame cave of greenery, while the summer night hung round us heavy with love,and the odours that crept through the silence from the sleeping woods were theonly signs of an outer world that invaded our solitude. What followed I cannotclearly remember. The succeeding horror almost obliterated it. I woke as a greydawn stole into the cave. The damsel had disappeared; but in the shrubbery, atthe mouth of the cave, stood a strange horrible object. It looked like an opencoffin set up on one end; only that the part for the head and neck was definedfrom the shoulder-part. In fact, it was a rough representation of the humanframe, only hollow, as if made of decaying bark torn from a tree. 153554b96e
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