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"'How romantic you are, Carmilla,' I said. 'Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.'
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.' How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!"

yuri yay

"'Are you afraid, dearest?'
'I should be very much if I fancied there was any real danger of my being attacked as those poor people were.'
'You are afraid to die?'
'Yes, everyone is.'
'But to die as lovers may--to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae.'"

"'Doctors never did me any good,' said Carmilla.
'Then you have been ill?' I asked.
'More ill than ever you were,' she answered.
'Long ago?'
'Yes, a long time. I suffered from this very illness; but I forget all except my pain and weakness, and these were not so bad as are suffered in other diseases.'
'You were very young then?'
'I dare say, let us talk no more of it. You would not wound a friend?'"

"'Creator! Nature!' said the young lady. 'And this disease that invades the country is natural. Nature. All things proceed from Nature--don't they? All things in the heaven, in the earth, and under the earth, act and live as Nature ordains? I think so.'"

she talks like amalthea

"It was like the ardor of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet overpowering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her. Her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, 'You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one forever.'"

"In these mysterious moods I did not like her. I experienced a strange, tumultuous excitement that was pleasurable, ever and anon, mingled with a vague sense of fear and disgust. I had no distinct thoughts about her while such scenes lasted, but I was conscious of a love growing into adoration, and also abhorrence. This, I know, is a paradox, but I can make no other attempt to explain the feeling."

"Her murmured words sounded like a lullaby in my ear and soothed my resistance into a trance, from which I only seemed to recover myself when she withdrew her arms."

"She placed her pretty arms about my neck, draw me near to her, and lay her cheek to mine, murmuring with her lips near my ear, 'Dearest, your little heart is wounded. Do not think me cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with you."

"There was a coldness, it seemed to me, beyond her years, and in her smiling, melancholy, persistent refusal to afford me the least ray of light."

"I dare say I ought to have respected the solemn injunction laid upon my father by the stately lady in black velvet. But curiosity is a restless and unscrupulous passion, and no one girl can endure, with patience, hers being baffled by another. What harm could it do anyone to tell me what I so ardently desired to know?"