“Stasch, dear!”
“What, my dearest!”
“And they—they will not return?”
“Who?” asked Stasch, surprised.
“Those—the killed.”
“Nell, what are you saying?”
“I am frightened—I am afraid.”
And her pale lips began to tremble.
Silence reigned. Stasch did not believe that the dead could return to life, but as it was night and their corpses lay quite near, he did feel a little uneasy. Cold chills went down his back.
“Nell, what are you saying?” he repeated. “Dinah must have taught you to be afraid of the spirits of the dead.”