I should endeavour to find some rational and some scientific means of accounting for the phenomenon, and that's the very reason why we have no miracles now-a-days, between you and I, and no prophets and saints, and all that sort of thing." "I would rather avoid such observations in such a place as this," said Marchdale.
"Nay, do not be the moral coward," cried Mr.Chillingworth, "to make your opinions, or the expression of them, dependent upon any certain locality." "I know not what to think," said Henry; "I am bewildered quite.

Let us now come away." Mr.Marchdale replaced the lid of the coffin, and then the little party moved towards the staircase.

Henry turned before he ascended, and glanced back into the vault.
"Oh," he said, "if I could but think there had been some mistake, some error of judgment, on which the mind could rest for hope." "I deeply regret," said Marchdale, "that I so strenuously advised this expedition.

I did hope that from it would have resulted much good." "And you had every reason so to hope," said Chillingworth.

"I advised it likewise, and I tell you that its result perfectly astonishes me, although I will not allow myself to embrace at once all the conclusions to which it would seem to lead me." "I am satisfied," said Henry; "I know you both advised me for the best.
The curse of Heaven seems now to have fallen upon me and my house." "Oh, nonsense!" said Chillingworth.