He took his wife's little, thin, veinous hand and clasped it tenderly.
Her bony fingers clung gratefully to his.
When they were all out in the south room Flora Barnes spoke again.

"I have never seen a more beautiful corpse," said she, in exactly the same voice which she had used before.

She began taking off her large, white apron.

Something peculiar in her motion arrested Sylvia's attention.

She made a wiry spring at her.
"Let me see that apron," said she, in a voice which corresponded with her action.
Flora recoiled.