God of heaven, why are these things?
Oh, if I were but dead, and so spared the torture of supposing such things possible." "Think again, Mr.Chillingworth; I pray you think again," cried Marchdale.
"If I were to think for the remainder of my existence," he replied, "I could come to no other conclusion.

It is not a matter of opinion; it is a matter of fact." "You are positive, then," said Henry, "that the dead body of Marmaduke Bannerworth is not rested here ?" "I am positive.

Look for yourselves.

The lead is but slightly discoloured; it looks tolerably clean and fresh; there is not a vestige of putrefaction--no bones, no dust even." They did all look for themselves, and the most casual glance was sufficient to satisfy the most sceptical.
"All is over," said Henry; "let us now leave this place; and all I can now ask of you, my friends, is to lock this dreadful secret deep in your own hearts." "It shall never pass my lips," said Marchdale.
"Nor mine, you may depend," said the doctor.

"I was much in hopes that this night's work would have had the effect of dissipating, instead of adding to, the gloomy fancies that now possess you." "Good heavens!" cried George, "can you call them fancies, Mr.
Chillingworth ?" "I do, indeed." "Have you yet a doubt ?" "My young friend, I told you from the first, that I would not believe in your vampyre; and I tell you now, that if one was to come and lay hold of me by the throat, as long as I could at all gasp for breath I would tell him he was a d----d impostor." "This is carrying incredulity to the verge of obstinacy." "Far beyond it, if you please." "You will not be convinced ?" said Marchdale.
"I most decidedly, on this point, will not." "Then you are one who would doubt a miracle, if you saw it with your own eyes." "I would, because I do not believe in miracles.