Farewell Author:Honore De Balzac Eh! how should I know?" answered M. d'Albon. "A strange-looking woman sprang up there under my very eyes just now," he added, in a low voice; "she looked to me more like a ghost than a living being. She was so slender, light and shadowy that she might be transparent. Her face was as white as milk, her hair, her eyes, and her dress were black. Sh... more »e gave me a glance as she flitted by. I am not easily frightened, but that cold stony stare of hers froze the blood in my veins.« less