I lay as one paralysed.
Already the very life seemed flowing from me into her, when I remembered, and struck her on the hand.

She raised her head with a gurgling shriek, and I felt her shiver.

I flung her from me, and sprang to my feet.
She was on her knees, and rocked herself to and fro.

A second blast of hot-stinging cold enveloped us; the moon shone out clear, and I saw her face--gaunt and ghastly, besmeared with red.
"Down, devil!" I cried.
"Where are you taking me ?" she asked, with the voice of a dull echo from a sepulchre.
"To your first husband," I answered.
"He will kill me!" she moaned.
"At least he will take you off my hands!" "Give me my daughter," she suddenly screamed, grinding her teeth.
"Never! Your doom is upon you at last!" "Loose my hands for pity's sake!" she groaned.

"I am in torture.