Angels and Women (1924)

120 ANGELS AND WOMEN
my perilous situation and the adventure of
the evening, which seemed so unreal. I
could doubt my own identity, but the sacred
manuscripts of my father lie before me, and
in the mirrors which adorn this magnificent
apartment are reflected the familiar form
and dress of the Child of the Hermitage.
Now will I lie down to rest, and forgetting
these new conditions, wander in dreams
through the cypress-groves, and listen once
more to the voice of Allimades blending with
the murmur of the river.
When this journal was laid aside for the
night my adventures were not over. With
a sense of danger averted, and a vague foreboding
of peril to come, I sought my couch.
The lights in the chamber were extinguished,
there was no moon in the sky, and pale starlight
coming through the window made
every object shadowy and undefined. A
creeping chill came over me as a fresh breeze