I gazed upon the
Spectre with a horror too great to be described. My blood was
frozen in my veins.
I would have
called
for aid, but the sound expired, ere it could pass my lips. My
nerves
were bound up in impotence, and I remained
in
the same attitude inanimate as a Statue. The visionary Nun looked upon me for some minutes in silence: There was something petrifying in her regard. (Lewis 160) |