I called upon the voice to help me, for I should never have imagined that the voice and the ghost were one.

You have heard about the Opera ghost, have you not, Raoul ?" "Yes, but tell me what happened when you were on the white horse of the Profeta ?" "I made no movement and let myself go.

The black shape held me up, and I made no effort to escape.

A curious feeling of peacefulness came over me and I thought that I must be under the influence of some cordial.

I had the full command of my senses; and my eyes became used to the darkness, which was lit, here and there, by fitful gleams.