Then, too, the resemblance to Beatrice took him again.

Crudely to smash features so like hers seemed a sort of mimic murder.

So he still hesitated.

Was there no other way?
Then the thought came to him: "Bury her." It pleased him.

Yes, he would bury her.
So, having found a spade, he took her from the wall, and looked from his door into the wood, pondering where her grave should be.