The Sisters - Joyce James - Страница 3

She stopped suddenly as if to listen. I too listened; but there was no sound in the house: and I knew that the old priest was lying still in his coffin as we had seen him, solemn and truculent in death, an idle chalice on his breast.

Eliza resumed:

`Wide-awake and laughing-like to himself... So then, of course, when they saw that, that made them think that there was something gone wrong with him... '