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I locked my door, set my candle on the chest of drawers, and wearily got me ready for bed. The bleak wind was still blowing, and the solemn, surging moan of it in the wood was very dreary to hear through the night silence. Feeling strangely wakeful, I resolved to keep the candle alight until I began to grow sleepy. The truth is, I was not quite myself. I was depressed in mind by my disappointment of the morning; and I was worn out in body by my long walk. Between the two, I own I couldn’t face the prospect of lying awake in the darkness, listening to the dismal moan of the wind in the wood.

Sleep stole on me before I was aware of it; my eyes closed, and I fell off to rest, without having so much as thought of extinguishing the candle.

The next thing that I remember was а faint shivering that ran through me from head to foot, and а dreadful sinking pain at my heart, such as I had never felt before. The shivering only disturbed my slumbers – the pain woke me instantly. In one moment I passed from а state of sleep to а state of wakefulness – my eyes wide open – my mind clear on а sudden as if by а miracle. The candle had burned down nearly to the last morsel of tallow, but the unsnuffed wick had just fallen off, and the light was, for the moment, fair and full.

Between the foot of the bed and the closet door, I saw а person in my room. The person was а woman, standing looking at me, with а knife in her hand. It does no credit to my courage to confess it – but the truth is the truth. I was struck speechless with terror. There I lay with my eyes on the woman; there the woman stood (with the knife in her hand) with her eyes on me.

She said not а word as we stared each other in the face; but she moved after а little – moved slowly toward the left-hand side of the bed.

The light fell full on her face. А fair, fine woman, with yellowish flaxen hair, and light gray eyes, with а droop in the left eyelid. I noticed these things and fixed them in my mind, before she was quite round at the side of the bed. Without saying а word; without any change in the stony stillness of her face; without any noise following her footfall, she came closer and closer; stopped at the bed-head; and lifted the knife to stab me. I laid my arm over my throat to save it; but, as I saw the blow coming, I threw my hand across the bed to the right side, and jerked my body over that way, just as the knife came down, like lightning, within а hair’s breadth of my shoulder.

My eyes fixed on her arm and her hand – she gave me time to look at them as she slowly drew the knife out of the bed. А white, well-shaped arm, with а pretty gown lying lightly over the fair skin. А delicate lady’s hand, with а pink flush round the finger nails.

She drew the knife out, and passed back again slowly to the foot of the bed; she stopped there for а moment looking at me; then she came on without saying а word; without any change in the stony stillness of her face; without any noise following her footfall – came on to the side of the bed where I now lay.