elapsed before any circumstance occurred tending to throw light upon the mystery.  At length it became evident that a slight, a very feeble, and barely noticeable tinge of color had flushed up within the cheeks, and along the sunken small veins of the eyelids.  Through a species of unutterable horror and awe, for which the language of mortality has no sufficiently energetic expression, I felt my heart cease to beat, my limbs grow rigid where I sat.  Yet a sense of duty finally operated to restore my self-possession.  I could no longer doubt that we had been precipitate in our preparations—­that Rowena still lived.  It was necessary that some immediate exertion be made; yet the turret was altogether apart from the portion of the abbey tenanted by the servants—­there were none within call—­I had no means of summoning them to my aid without leaving the room for many minutes—­and this I could not venture to do.  I therefore struggled alone in my endeavors to call back the spirit still hovering.  In a short period it was certain, however, that a relapse had taken place; the color disappeared from both eyelid and cheek, leaving a wanness even more than that of marble; the lips became doubly shriveled and pinched up in the ghastly expression of death; a repulsive clamminess and coldness overspread rapidly the surface of the body; and all the usual rigorous stiffness immediately supervened.  I fell back with a shudder upon the couch from which I had been so startlingly aroused, and again gave myself up to passionate waking visions of Ligeia.

An hour thus elapsed, when (could it be possible?) I was a second time aware of some vague sound issuing from the region of the bed.  I listened—­in extremity of horror.  The sound came again—­it was a sigh.  Rushing to the corpse, I saw—­distinctly saw—­a tremor upon the lips.  In a minute afterward they relaxed, disclosing a bright line of the pearly teeth.  Amazement now struggled in my bosom with the profound awe which had hitherto reigned there alone.  I felt that my vision grew dim, that my reason wandered; and it was only by a violent effort that I at length succeeded in nerving myself to the task which duty thus once more had pointed out.  There was now a partial glow upon the forehead and upon the cheek and throat; a perceptible warmth pervaded the whole frame; there was even a slight pulsation at the heart.  The lady lived; and with redoubled ardor I betook myself to the task of restoration.  I chafed and bathed the temples and the hands and used every exertion which experience, and no little medical reading, could suggest.  But in vain.  Suddenly, the color fled, the pulsation ceased, the lips resumed the expression of the dead, and, in an instant afterward, the whole body took upon itself the icy chilliness, the livid hue, the intense rigidity, the sunken outline, and all the loathsome peculiarities of that which has been, for many days, a tenant of the tomb.