There was light there again, but only a small vaporous curl of light.

Connecting this with the sound, he supposed that a poor sulphur match had been struck; but this supposition perhaps came to him later, for at the moment he was dazed by seeing in this small light the same face he had seen over old Cameron's coffin.

The sight he had had of it then had almost faded from his memory; he had put it from him as a thing improbable, and therefore imaginary; now it came before his eyes distinctly.

A man's face it certainly was not, and, in the fleet moment in which he saw it now, he felt certain that it was a woman's.

The match, if it was a match, went out before its wood was well kindled, and all he could see vanished from sight with its light.