The stranger clasped the hand extended to her: "Then I am yours," murmured she, and sank upon his bosom.
The next morning the student left his bride sleeping, and sallied forth at an early hour to seek more spacious apartments suitable to the change in his situation. When he returned, he found the stranger lying with her head hanging over the bed, and one arm thrown over it. He spoke to her, but received no reply. He advanced to awaken her from her uneasy posture. On taking her hand, it was cold--there was no pulsation--her face was pallid and ghastly. In a word, she was a corpse.
Horrified and frantic, he alarmed the house. A scene of confusion ensued. The police was summoned. As the officer of police entered the room, he started back on beholding the corpse.
"Great heaven!" cried he, "how did this woman come here?"
"Do you know anything about her?" said Wolfgang eagerly.
"Do I?" exclaimed the officer: "she was guillotined yesterday."
He stepped forward; undid the black collar round the neck of the corpse, and the head rolled on the floor!
The student burst into a frenzy. "The fiend! the fiend has gained possession of me!" shrieked he; "I am lost forever."
They tried to soothe him, but in vain. He was possessed with the frightful belief that an evil spirit had reanimated the dead body to ensnare him. He went distracted, and died in a mad-house.
Here the old gentleman with the haunted head finished his narrative.
"And is this really a fact?" said the inquisitive gentleman.
"A fact not to be doubted," replied the other. "I had it it from the best authority. The student told it me himself. I saw him in a mad-house in Paris."