Not afraid of death!—
No—not much, I say. And why should I be afraid of death? why should I desire to live?—what is there to attach a thing of my shape to life, a wretched, miserable, weary....
Ah, ha—now we shall have it—she is going to confess now—she is beginning to weep, said a judge. But he was overheard by the woman herself, who turning to the jury with a look that awed them in spite of their prejudice, told them to proceed.
They’ll proceed fast enough, by and by, said another judge. What have you done to disturb the faculties of that woman there?
What woman?
Judith Hubbard.
Much. For I know her, and she knows that I know her; and we have both known for a great while that we cannot both live. This world is not large enough. What have I done to disturb her faculties? Much. For that woman hath wronged me; and she cannot forgive me. She hath pursued me and mine to death; all that are very near and dear to me, my poor sister and my—and the beloved friend of my sister—to death; and how would it be possible for Judith Hubbard to forgive us?
But your apparition pursues her.
If so, I cannot help it.
But why is it your apparition?