:53:26
Carmilla,
why do you always sit in the shade?
:53:30
The sun is too bright for me.
It hurts my eyes.
:53:34
Then close them. It's glorious.
:53:39
You can feel the warmth penetrating.
:53:42
It's like life.
:53:47
You talk such nonsense sometimes.
:54:35
Stop it! Stop it!
:54:38
What is it?
:54:42
Nothing. Only that dreadful noise.
:54:46
The funeral?
But it's the woodman's daughter!
:54:50
I hate funerals. Hate them!
:54:55
I thought it rather sad
and yet beautiful.