"Do you know whether she be living or dead?"
"I do not."
"God grant that she be dead!"
At this moment, Cora, who had followed behind them and overheard their strange words, came forward and asked:
"Father, what do you mean?"
"Nothing, child. There, let us return to the house, for it is growing late."
Then, as they walked up the gentle slope to the cabin of the widow, the maiden repeated to herself:
"But he does mean something!"