At your least cry I should wake, and I have always the sword close to my hand.

Very often I lie awake when you do not think it to watch over you." It gave me great comfort at the time, though looking back on it now I think my cousin, being so healthy and in the air all day, must have slept very soundly.

Yet I am sure he thought he woke.
And, indeed, after he left the ghosts were worse than ever.

I used to take my little dog into my arms for company, and, hiding my head under the bedclothes, I used to lie quaking because of the crying of the ghosts.

It was a wild winter when Theobald left us, and they cried every night.