She controlled her involuntary shrinking from the man, only drew herself back gently, as a woman with wider experience and gentler breeding might have done.
"Remember," she said, "that my brother just lay there dead!" and she pointed to the empty centre of the room.

The dramatic attitude was almost a condemnation to the guilty man before her.

He drew back as if the sheriff had entered the room, and looked instinctively to where the coffin had been but a short time before, then laughed nervously and drew himself together.
The girl caught her breath, and took courage.

She had held him for a minute; could she not hold him longer?
"Think!" said she.

"He is but just buried.