"I never heard such horrible words! No wonder it has unmanned you, Sir Jasper.

Pray sit down and drink this." He held out a glass of water.

Sir Jasper seized and drank it, his brain reeling.
With stoical calm, Zara had arisen and closed the dead woman's eyes, folded the hands, straightened the stiffening limbs, and composed the humble covering.

She had no tears, she uttered no cry--her face was stern as stone.
"Better stay in this ghastly place no longer, Sir Jasper," the rector suggested.

"You look completely overcome.