"'Death is no flatterer, child. Hold up the light.'
"'No, no!—You must not—you shall not triumph over him now. Let the dead rest, I dare not look upon that blue cold face, those staring eyes again.'
"'Who wants you, foolish child? I wish to satisfy myself that my enemy is dead.'
"A scuffle ensued, in which the light was extinguished, and the supposed body rolled heavily over into the grave.
"'Oh, mother, mother! the light is out, and we're alone with the corpse in this dreadful darkness.'
"'Nonsense! how timid you are! Go back to the house, and re-light the candle.'
"'I dare not go alone.'
"'Then let me go?'
"'And leave me with him? Oh, not for worlds. Mother, mother! I hear him moving in the grave. He is going to rise and drag me down into it. Look—look! I see his eyes glaring in the dark hole. There, mother—there!'
"'Curse you for a weak fool! You make even my flesh creep.'