"...She kissed me silently. 

"I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on."

"I have been in love with no one and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you." 

Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. 

Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, i love you so..."


En conclusión, Carmilla🛐