The voice seemed to proceed from the sack!
I touched myself to make sure that I was awake; then I walked toward the
sack with my arms extended before me, but stark and staring with horror. I
thrust my hand into it. Then it seemed to me as if two lips, still warm,
pressed a kiss upon my fingers!
I had reached that stage of boundless terror where the excess of fear
turns into the audacity of despair. I seized the head and collapsing in my
chair, placed it in front of me.
Then I gave vent to a fearful scream. This head, with its lips still warm,
with the eyes half closed, was the head of Solange!