Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 4, October 1842Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 4, October 1842
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Cautiously and gradually she withdrew one of her arms from under the
silk coverlet, and began with extreme care to draw aside the clothes,
pausing every second to listen whether there was the least irregularity
in his respiration; but finding it still uniform, she became reassured,
and at length succeeded in so far disengaging herself as to be enabled
to place one foot on the matted floor. By degrees she withdrew the other
also, and leaning on her left arm began to glide softly from the bed; in
retiring from which the slightest rustle of her drapery seemed to her
strained ear like a crash of thunder. Well nigh did she expire with
terror, when on finally withdrawing herself, the heavy breathing of her
detested companion suddenly stopped! Already were his long bony fingers
around her throat, she felt herself struggling, quivering, tugging in
the agonies of death, and her eyeballs starting from their sockets. She
felt all this, at least in imagination, as the heavy breathing ceased.
Providentially for her, although the moon now shone in full upon the
arras which covered the door, the heavy velvet curtains which fell in
large folds from the frieze of the canopy overhead threw a deep shadow
where the trembling fair one stood, and she was also partially hidden by
one of those large and high old fashioned screens, which were then so
much in use, and indeed indispensable, for intercepting drafts of air
from the huge chimneys and ill closed windows. There in breathless
anxiety she stood, as immovable and as cold as a marble statue. Although
the dreaded giant appeared to rise up, she soon had the inexpressible
delight to hear that he only turned on the bed, and that it was toward
the opposite side to that she wished to gain. Long did she stand riveted
to the spot, petrified with fear and shivering with apprehension, but
she was every moment gathering fresh courage and resolution (now that
she was relieved from such near contact with the mysterious visiter,)
and determined, with an almost preternatural impulse, that, if
assaulted, she would defend herself to the last extremity.
At length she heard the breathing become again regular, and unable
longer to struggle against fear and hope, she stepped silently but
determinedly toward the door. Cautiously and slowly was the arras raised
and put aside with the left hand, while in her right she firmly grasped
the bolt. Who can feel or describe the rapture which fluttered her
heart, as she now bravely, fearlessly and rapidly drew the fastening
from its staple! But, as it loudly started back, she heard the bedstead
crash, and the tall figure of that monstrous being leaped from it toward
her! The blood rushed to her heart as the door gave way to her
concentrated strength, she rushed from the room, and flew with wild
speed and dreadful screams, along the corridor and into the long
gallery.
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