"So wonderful was the moonlight! Timid and odd was her glance when she, hastily, hid her face against my neck, sinking it among my hair, with deep whispers that resembled sobs, grabbing my hand with her trembling one.
I felt her soft cheek burning against mine. -Dear, dear- she murmured, -I live in you; and you will die for me, because I love you so much!-"
from "Carmilla" by Sheridan Le Fanu