The same instant the laird was himself again, and sprang to him.
Lord Mergwain lay with his mouth wide open, and the same look with which they found him the night before prostrate in the guest-chamber.

His arm stuck straight out from his body.

The laird pressed it down, but it rose again as soon as he left it.

He could not for a moment doubt the man was dead; there was that about him that assured him of it, but what it was he could not have told.
The first thought that came to him was, that his daughter must not see him so.

He tied up his jaw, laid him straight on the sofa, lighted fresh candles, left them burning by the dead, and went to call Grizzie: a doctor was out of the question.
He felt his way down the dark stair, and fought it through the wind to the kitchen, whence he climbed to Grizzie's room.