the hour of one
Her bosom heaves , and her limbs tremble , yet she can not withdraw her eyes from that marble-looking face . He holds her with his glittering eye . The storm has ceased -- all is still . The winds are hushed ; the church clock proclaims the hour of one : a hissing sound comes from the throat of the hideous being , and he raises his long , gaunt arms -- the lips move . He advances . The girl places one small foot from the bed on to the floor . She is unconsciously dragging the clothing with her .