| BOOK NINTH.
CHAPTER 1. DELIRIUM.
 (continued)She came towards him, slowly, with her gaze fixed on the
 sky.  The supernatural goat followed her.  He felt as though
 made of stone and too heavy to flee.  At every step which
 she took in advance, he took one backwards, and that was all.
 In this way he retreated once more beneath the gloomy arch
 of the stairway.  He was chilled by the thought that she
 might enter there also; had she done so, he would have died
 of terror. She did arrive, in fact, in front of the door to the stairway,
 and paused there for several minutes, stared intently into the
 darkness, but without appearing to see the priest, and passed
 on.  She seemed taller to him than when she had been alive;
 he saw the moon through her white robe; he heard her
 breath. When she had passed on, he began to descend the staircase
 again, with the slowness which he had observed in the spectre,
 believing himself to be a spectre too, haggard, with hair on
 end, his extinguished lamp still in his hand; and as he descended
 the spiral steps, he distinctly heard in his ear a voice
 laughing and repeating,-- "A spirit passed before my face, and I heard a small voice,
 and the hair of my flesh stood up." |