Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

The precautions of nervous people are infectious, and persons of a like temperament are pretty sure, after a time, to imitate them.

First--Her name was Carmilla.

She would not tell me the name of her family, nor their armorial bearings, nor the name of their estate, nor even that of the country they lived in.

But to die as lovers may--to die together, so that they may live together.

Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don't you see--each with their peculiar propensities, necessities and structure. So says Monsieur Buffon, in his big book, in the next room.

"Certainly it is a wonderful likeness," but he looked away, and to my surprise seemed but little struck by it

"I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."

A lady, also masked, richly and gravely dressed, and with a stately air, like a person of rank, accompanied her as a chaperon.

My companion shook me a little roughly, and I turned surprised.

She said brusquely, "Don't you perceive how discordant that is?"

Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."