No one appeared, unless the shadow which I
discerned upon the floor was the outline of a man. If it were, I
was authorized to suspect that some one was posted close to the
entrance, who possibly had overheard my exclamations.
My teeth chattered, and a wild confusion took the place of my
momentary calm. Thus it was when a terrific visage had disclosed
itself on a former night. Thus it was when the evil destiny of
Wieland assumed the lineaments of something human. What horrid
apparition was preparing to blast my sight?
Still I listened and gazed. Not long, for the shadow moved; a
foot, unshapely and huge, was thrust forward; a form advanced from
its concealment, and stalked into the room. It was Carwin!
While I had breath, I shrieked. While I had power over my muscles,
I motioned with my hand that he should vanish. My exertions could
not last long: I sunk into a fit.
Oh that this grateful oblivion had lasted forever! Too quickly I
recovered my senses. The power of distinct vision was no sooner
restored to me, than this hateful form again presented itself, and
I once more relapsed.
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