"He will never return,—never!" she answered, and it seemed to the judge, as though there was a hidden meaning in her words.
"O, do not drive me to despair. I must see this youth, before to-morrow,—yes, to-day,—this hour!"
"You will never see him in this house again."
"Did he leave this house alone, or was he accompanied,—and by whom?"
A strange smile passed over her face as she replied in a whisper—
"He was accompanied by Mary Berman, who arisen from the grave, came here to claim her husband."
The Judge uttered a wild ejaculation, and sank half fainting in a chair,—his hat fell from his brow, and his face was revealed.
That face, remarkable in every outline, was bathed in cold moisture, and distorted by contending emotions.