"My heart bleeds for her.

I never heard shrieks so dreadful." "The dead-cart will pass by in an hour," said the watchman; "and then the body can be taken away." "An hour will be too late," rejoined Thirlby.

"If she continues in this frantic state, she will be dead before that time.

You have a hand-barrow there.

Take the body to the plague-pit at once, and I will reward you for your trouble." "We shall find some difficulty in getting into the house," said the watchman, who evidently felt some repugnance to the task.
"Not so," replied Thirlby.