With a shriek of horror he sprang to his feet and flung himself against the wall farthest from this awful apparition.
"In the name of God, who or what are you?"
"Nothing to you, I know, except a curse and a blight, but his mother," pointing to the child.
"Living?"
"I could not die."
He thrust both arms upward with a gesture of desperate appeal. "Merciful God! am I mad?"
CHAPTER XXXII.
[BRAMWELL FINDS A SISTER.]
The sound of the voices had awakened the child, and he sat up in the bed, looking with wide-open eyes from father to mother, from mother to father.
Bramwell stood with his back against the wall, staring at his wife and breathing hard. He was stunned, overwhelmed. He felt uncertain of his own identity, of the place around him, and of the child. The only thing of which he felt sure was that he stood face to face with his wife, who had risen from the tomb.