"No!" replied Margaret, standing still with the utmost patience, now she found herself perceived. It was some time before he spoke again, but he kept his hold on her arm.
"All men must die," said he at last, with a strange sort of gravity, which first suggested to Margaret the idea that he had been drinking--not enough to intoxicate himself, but enough to make his thoughts bewildered. "But she were younger than me." Still he pondered over the event, not looking at Margaret, though he grasped her tight. Suddenly, he looked up at her with a wild searching inquiry in his glance. "Yo're sure and certain she's dead--not in a dwam, a faint? she's been so before, often."

'No,' replied Margaret. It was some time before he spoke again, but he kept his hold on her arm.
'All men must die,' said he at last, with a strange gravity, which suggested to Margaret that he had been drinking, just enough to make his thoughts bewildered. 'But she were younger than me.' He pondered, and then suddenly looked up at Margaret with wild inquiry. 'Yo're sure she's dead - not in a faint? She's been so before, often.'
