:19:01
She had never been brought here.
:19:03
She was too sensitive,
too aware.
:19:07
Aware of what?
:19:09
The malignant atmosphere
of this castle.
:19:12
It destroyed her.
:19:14
My sister was a strong and
willful woman...
:19:17
...not subject to the influence
of atmospheres.
:19:22
You have been here only
a matter of hours, Mr. Barnard.
:19:25
You cannot know what it is
to live here...
:19:29
...month upon month,
year after year...
:19:32
...breathing this infernal air...
:19:36
...absorbing the miasma
of barbarity...
:19:38
...which permeates
these walls...
:19:40
...particularly this chamber.
:19:43
But it did not bother her
at first either.
:19:48
Our life was good...
:19:50
...rich with the shared
pleasures of our love.
:19:59
Each morning I would bring
her breakfast.
:20:05
In the afternoons, she usually sat
for me while I attempted all in vain...
:20:10
...to capture her beauty on canvas.
:20:13
I did that portrait which you saw
on her room before...
:20:16
...but it is all inadequate to what I
called the loveliness of her.
:20:22
We dined, sometimes alone,
enjoying intimate conversation...
:20:27
...sometimes with the doctor.
:20:31
And every night
Elisabeth would play for me.
:20:39
Life was simple, quiet,
richly pleasurable...
:20:44
...and then the darkness
began to fall.
:20:50
More and more entering her room
in the mornings...
:20:53
...I would find her awake and discover
that she had not slept all the night.
:20:57
I tried to find out why,
but she had no explanation.