“Avaunt, accursed wretch!”

And she gently placed her fingers on the eyelids of the dead girl.  Paphnutius staggered back, his eyes burning with flames and feeling the earth open beneath his feet.

The virgins chanted the song of Zacharias: 

"Blessed be the Lord God of Israel."

Suddenly their voices stayed in their throat.  They had seen the monk’s face, and they fled in affright, crying—­

“A vampire!  A vampire!”

He had become so repulsive, that passing his hand over his face, he felt his own hideousness.