I advanced; then paused by the crib side: my hand was on the curtain, but I preferred speaking before I withdrew it. I still recoiled at the dread of seeing a corpse. "Helen!" I whispered softly, "are you awake?"
Feci alcuni passi e mi fermai davanti al letto. — Elena, — mormorai temendo di parlare a un cadavere, — siete desta?