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Of the unquiet dead?—a mystery The hidden, and the terrible.

Come, come, This shall be argued by the cheerful fire.

Look there, look there! My God, it is her face! [The rises from the tombs, but only visible to, as is turned from her.

What foolish fear is this? My Bertha, speak! Good saints! but she is senseless. [Carries her out.