Angels and Women (1924)

120 ANGELS AND WOMENmy perilous situation and the adventure ofthe evening, which seemed so unreal. Icoul doubt my own identity, but the sacredmanuscripts of my father lie before me, andin the mirrors which adorn this magnificentapartment are reflected the familiar formand dress of the Child of the Hermitage.Now will I lie down to rest, and forgettingthese new conditions, wander in dreamsthrough the cypress-groves, and listen oncemore to the voice of Allimades blending withthe murmur of the river.When this journal was laid aside for thenight my adventures were not over. Witha sense of danger averted, and a vague forebodingof peril to come, I sought my couch.The lights in the chamber were extinguished,there was no moon in the sky, and pale starlightcoming through the window madeevery object shadowy and undefined. Acreeping chill came over me as a fresh breeze