She moved her head from side to side, threw her arms about restlessly and appeared greatly disturbed.
"Not dead, Mrs.Bray ?" she cried out, at last, in a clear, strong voice.
Edith became fixed as a statue once more.
A few moments, and Mrs.Dinneford added, "No, no! I won't have her coming after me.

More money! You're a vampire!" Then she muttered, and writhed and distorted her face like one in some desperate struggle.

Edith shuddered as she stood over her.
After this wild paroxysm Mrs.Dinneford grew more quiet, and seemed to sleep.

Edith remained sitting by the bedside, her thoughts intent on the strange sentences that had fallen from her Mother's lips.

What mystery lay behind them?
Of what secret were they an obscure revelation?
"Not dead!" Who not dead?
And again, "It's dead! You know that; and the woman's dead, too." Then it was plain that she had heard aright the name of the person who had called on her mother, and about whom her mother had made a mystery.