The second or third time as ever I see him, he come a tearing down into Compeyson's parlor late at night, in only a flannel gown, with his hair all in a sweat, and he says to Compeyson's wife, 'Sally, she really is upstairs alonger me, now, and I can't get rid of her.

She's all in white,' he says, 'wi' white flowers in her hair, and she's awful mad, and she's got a shroud hanging over her arm, and she says she'll put it on me at five in the morning.' "Says Compeyson: 'Why, you fool, don't you know she's got a living body?
And how should she be up there, without coming through the door, or in at the window, and up the stairs ?' "'I don't know how she's there,' says Arthur, shivering dreadful with the horrors, 'but she's standing in the corner at the foot of the bed, awful mad.

And over where her heart's broke--you broke it!--there's drops of blood.' "Compeyson spoke hardy, but he was always a coward.

'Go up alonger this drivelling sick man,' he says to his wife, 'and Magwitch, lend her a hand, will you ?' But he never come nigh himself.
"Compeyson's wife and me took him up to bed agen, and he raved most dreadful.

'Why look at her!' he cries out.