'The Prince of the Mist has love-eyes,'
she repeated, as she placed the seats before the fire again.
Then I heard her murmur, 'Love-eyes! love-eyes! Henry's love-eyes!'
Then a terrible change came over her. She sprang up and came and
peered in my face. An indescribable expression of terror overspread
her features, her nostrils expanded, her lips were drawn tightly over
her teeth, her eyes seemed starting from their sockets; her throat
suddenly became fluted like the throat of an aged woman, then veined
with knotted, cruel cords. Then she stood as transfixed, and her face
was mimicking that appalling look on her father's face which I had
seen in the moonlight. With a yell of 'Father!' she leapt from me.
Then she rushed from the house, and I could hear her run by the
window, crying, 'Cursed, cursed, cursed by Henry's father!'
For an instant the movement took away my breath; but I soon recovered
and sprang after her to the door.
There, in the distance, I saw her in the rain, running along the
road. My first impulse was to follow her and run her down.
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