Before a week is out there will be a funeral in Dunwich." "I know nothing of your men, and do not want to hear of their quarrels, past or future," said Sir John testily.
"Of course not," answered the Count.

"I pray you, forget my words.

Name of God! what an accursed and ill-omened spot is this.

I feel as though I were standing by my own grave--it came upon me suddenly." And he shivered and turned pale.
Dick lifted his bow, but Hugh knocked the arrow aside ere he could loose it.
"To those who talk of death, death often draws near," replied Clavering, crossing himself, "though I find the place well enough, seeing the hour and season." "Do you--do you, Sir John?
Look at that sky; look at the river beneath which has turned to blood.

Hark to the howl of the wind in the reeds and the cry of the birds we cannot see.