Therefore, my dear lady, I advise you to take it for granted that you have seen a living person." "I never shivered with cold and felt my hair rise upon my head at the sight of any living thing," said Unorna dreamily, and still shading her eyes with her hand.
"But might you not feel that if you chanced to see some one whom you particularly disliked ?" asked Keyork, with a gentle laugh.
"Disliked ?" repeated Unorna in a harsh voice.

She changed her position and looked at him.

"Yes, perhaps that is possible.

I had not thought of that.

And yet--I would rather it had been a ghost." "More interesting, certainly, and more novel," observed Keyork, slowly polishing his smooth cranium with the palm of his hand.