- Honey, I'm here in the library. – She said, like an echo. – Follow the corridor. - She said.
- You heard what your mistress said. - The man said, when the dog stretched its ears, bristled its hair, following with him, between howls.
- I'm coming, aunt. - He said.
At that hour, the library, when the rest of the house was as dusty as the rest, books and old notebooks on shelves, the place was lit by candles and torches.
So, at first looking around, he didn't see her, when he turned his face when he saw the moon through the dim light, showing the lady with opaque red hair almost losing its color, with a bun and thick glasses, a scarf, and a long dress, she was still thin.