The Stranger muttered some words, to me unintelligible.

Then raising his head from the Book, and extending the Crucifix towards the Ghost, He pronounced in a voice distinct and solemn, 'Beatrice! Beatrice! Beatrice!' 'What wouldst Thou ?' replied the Apparition in a hollow faltering tone.
'What disturbs thy sleep?
Why dost thou afflict and torture this Youth?
How can rest be restored to thy unquiet Spirit ?' 'I dare not tell!--I must not tell!--Fain would I repose in my Grave, but stern commands force me to prolong my punishment!' 'Knowest Thou this blood?
Knowest Thou in whose veins it flowed?
Beatrice! Beatrice! In his name I charge thee to answer me!' 'I dare not disobey my taskers.' 'Darest Thou disobey Me ?' He spoke in a commanding tone, and drew the sable band from his forehead.

In spite of his injunctions to the contrary, Curiosity would not suffer me to keep my eyes off his face: I raised them, and beheld a burning Cross impressed upon his brow.

For the horror with which this object inspired me I cannot account, but I never felt its equal! My senses left me for some moments; A mysterious dread overcame my courage, and had not the Exorciser caught my hand, I should have fallen out of the Circle.
When I recovered myself, I perceived that the burning Cross had produced an effect no less violent upon the Spectre.

Her countenance expressed reverence, and horror, and her visionary limbs were shaken by fear.
'Yes!' She said at length; 'I tremble at that mark!--respect it!--I obey you! Know then, that my bones lie still unburied: They rot in the obscurity of Lindenberg Hole.