“The maid slowly buttoned the dress, her hands inching along Rowena’s back. Rowena looked out the sole window in the room – a great sheet of unbroken, tinted Venetian glass – and across the desolate, green fields.
‘What was the Lady Ligeia like?’ Rowena asked.
The maid’s fingers stilled against Rowena’s back.’
‘She was a harsh mistress,’ the girl said.
But the girl did not reply.”