The dog, who understood what death was, exhibited no excitement, no curiosity; his tail drooped; he moaned quietly against the coffin.
Bates made an impatient exclamation and kicked him.

The kick was a subdued one.

The wind-swept solitude without and the insistent presence of death within had its effect upon them all.

Saul looked uneasily over his shoulder at the shadows which the guttering candle cast on the wall.
Bates handled the coffin-lid with that shrinking from noise which is peculiar to such occasions.
"Ye'd better go in the other room," said he to Sissy.

"It's unfortunate we haven't a screw left--we'll have to nail it." Sissy did not go.