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Rh within me, as though it expected something. I lay down, and turned with my face to the wall. 'Why did you not come?' sounded a distinct whisper in the room.

I looked round quickly.

Again she. . . again the mysterious phantom. Motionless eyes in a motionless face, and a gaze full of sadness. 'Come!' I heard the whisper again.

'I will come,' I replied with instinctive horror. The phantom bent slowly forward, and undulating faintly like smoke, melted away altogether. And again the moon shone white and untroubled on the smooth floor.

III

the day in unrest. At supper I drank almost a whole bottle of wine, and all but went out on to the steps; but I turned back and flung myself into my bed. My blood was pulsing painfully. Again the sound was heard. ... I started, but did not look round. All at once I felt that some one had tight hold of me from behind, and was whispering in my very ear: 'Come, come,