Chapter 15

Linda, the one with the most psychological coherence, replied immediately with the tongue of this kind and in a low and clear voice:

"The lights went out when I was leaning against the stove, half exhausted with slight displeasure, the giant dim shadows gathered close around me with dark, silent fear; everything dull was dark; When the flames leaped, the flicker lit up the old picture frame that hung over the fireplace.

Perhaps it was the night and my foolish disposition or the gleaming light that gave power to that dark and seductive picture that looked like Rembrandt's portrait, it was like a nun who seemed to follow a world of sorrow with a sick face with those thin hands folded on her breast, but the shadow of the room concealed the rest.

I gazed idly at the traces of the fading embers until an old legend I once heard came back to me; Linked to the somber conception of the darkened picture in the ghost-chamber, farther south, where clustered vines hung and wher