God Almighty! It was the Bleeding Nun! It was my lost Companion! Her face was still veiled, but She no longer held her Lamp and dagger.

She lifted up her veil slowly.

What a sight presented itself to my startled eyes! I beheld before me an animated Corse.

Her countenance was long and haggard; Her cheeks and lips were bloodless; The paleness of death was spread over her features, and her eyeballs fixed stedfastly upon me were lustreless and hollow.
I gazed upon the Spectre with horror too great to be described.

My blood was frozen in my veins.