CHAPTER VI
BEYOND THE GRAVE
ckhardt turned to go, but he had barely moved, when, as if risen from the earth, there stood before him the tall, veiled form of a woman, who whispered, flooding his face with her burning breath:
"I love you! Come! No one will see us!"
Eckhardt trembled in every limb. He would have known that voice, even if it had spoken to him from the depths of the grave. The heavy veil which shrouded the woman's face prevented him from scrutinizing her features.
"Who are you?" he stammered, just to say something. Swift as thought she threw her arms round him, but to recede as swiftly.
"Hurry! See how lonely it is! I love you! Come!"
"Who are you?"
"Can you not guess?"