death beneath 
the waters. 

Had the sea given up its dead ? 

His veins were ice ; on his brow the dew gathered 
thick and cold ; wordnetfear like a hand of steel gripped his 
, stilling its beating life; while up from the 
darkness, through the white cerecloths of mists, rose 
the form of his Temptress, until he saw her face 
with its grey blanched hue of haunting , and 
its amber hair driven by the autumn winds, and 
the eyes with their remorseless, cruel, thirsting , 
claiming him still her own  her own by right of 
their companion  ; her own by title of their e\dl 
past. 

He gazed out into the falling night, his limbs 
powerless, his voice paralysed, his lips cloven, while 
the spectral shape grew whiter and whiter, clearer and 
clearer, in the stormy air, and he saw her as he had 
done when his hand had unclosed and left her to 
perish, bidding her die the death that she had 
given. 

They looked on one another thus, under the wordnetfear 
of White Ladies ;  one moment, one fleeting second, 
that to both seemed lifelong  then the phantom 
faded, lost in the dull , while the sough of 



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the leaves swept alone through the silence : and he 
trembled in every limb, and quivered