Her garments were scanty and torn, and her hair blew tangled in the wind.She seemed about five-and-twenty, lithe and small.Her long fingers kept clutching and pulling nervously at her skirts as she went.Her face was very gray in complexion, and very worn, but delicately formed, and smooth-skinned.Her thin nostrils were tremulous as eyelids, and her lips, whose curves were faultless, had no colour to give sign of indwelling blood.What her eyes were like he could not see, for she had never lifted the delicate films of her eyelids.
'At the foot of the cliff they came upon a little hut leaning against it, and having for its inner apartment a natural hollow within it.Smoke was spreading over the face of the rock, and the grateful odour of food gave hope to the hungry student.His guide opened the door of the cottage; he followed her in, and saw a woman bending over a fire in the middle of the floor.On the fire lay a large fish boiling.The daughter spoke a few words, and the mother turned and welcomed the stranger.She had an old and very wrinkled, but honest face, and looked troubled.She dusted the only chair in the cottage, and placed it for him by the side of the fire, opposite the one window, whence he saw a little patch of yellow sand over which the spent waves spread themselves out listlessly.Under this window was a bench, upon which the daughter threw herself in an unusual posture, resting her chin upon her hand.A moment after the youth caught the first glimpse of her blue eyes.They were fixed upon him with a strange look of greed, amounting to craving, but as if aware that they belied or betrayed her, she dropped them instantly.The moment she veiled them, her face, notwithstanding its colourless complexion, was almost beautiful.
'When the fish was ready the old woman wiped the deal table, steadied it upon the uneven floor, and covered it with a piece of fine table-linen.She then laid the fish on a wooden platter, and invited the guest to help himself.Seeing no other provision, he pulled from his pocket a hunting-knife, and divided a portion from the fish, offering it to the mother first.
'"Come, my lamb," said the old woman; and the daughter approached the table.But her nostrils and mouth quivered with disgust.
'The next moment she turned and hurried from the hut.
'"She doesn't like fish," said the old woman, "and I haven't anything else to give her."'"She does not seem in good health," he rejoined.
'The woman answered only with a sigh, and they ate their fish with the help of a little rye-bread.As they finished their supper, the youth heard the sound as of the pattering of a dog's feet upon the sand close to the door; but ere he had time to look out of the window, the door opened and the young woman entered.She looked better, perhaps from having just washed her face.She drew a stool to the corner of the fire opposite him.But as she sat down, to his bewilderment, and even horror, the student spied a single drop of blood on her white skin within her torn dress.The woman brought out a jar of whisky, put a rusty old kettle on the fire, and took her place in front of it.As soon as the water boiled, she proceeded to make some toddy in a wooden bowl.
'Meantime the youth could not take his eyes off the young woman, so that at length he found himself fascinated, or rather bewitched.
She kept her eyes for the most part veiled with the loveliest eyelids fringed with darkest lashes, and he gazed entranced; for the red glow of the little oil-lamp covered all the strangeness of her complexion.But as soon as he met a stolen glance out of those eyes unveiled, his soul shuddered within him.Lovely face and craving eyes alternated fascination and repulsion.
'The mother placed the bowl in his hands.He drank sparingly, and passed it to the girl.She lifted it to her lips, and as she tasted--only tasted it--looked at him.He thought the drink must have been drugged and have affected his brain.Her hair smoothed itself back, and drew her forehead backwards with it; while the lower part of her face projected towards the bowl, revealing, ere she sipped, her dazzling teeth in strange prominence.But the same moment the vision vanished; she returned the vessel to her mother, and rising, hurried out of the cottage.
'Then, the old woman pointed to a bed of heather in one corner with a murmured apology; and the student, wearied both with the fatigues of the day and the strangeness of the night, threw himself upon it, wrapped in his cloak.The moment he lay down, the storm began afresh, and the wind blew so keenly through the crannies of the hut, that it was only by drawing his cloak over his head that he could protect himself from its currents.Unable to sleep, he lay listening to the uproar which grew in violence, till the spray was dashing against the window.At length the door opened, and the young woman came in, made up the fire, drew the bench before it, and lay down in the same strange posture, with her chin propped on her hand and elbow, and her face turned towards the youth.He moved a little; she dropped her head, and lay on her face, with her arms crossed beneath her forehead.The mother had disappeared.
'Drowsiness crept over him.A movement of the bench roused him, and he fancied he saw some four-footed creature as tall as a large dog trot quietly out of the door.He was sure he felt a rush of cold wind.Gazing fixedly through the darkness, he thought he saw the eyes of the damsel encountering his, but a glow from the falling together of the remnants of the fire, revealed clearly enough that the bench was vacant.Wondering what could have made her go out in such a storm, he fell fast asleep.
