"I will baulk your avaricious hopes.

You shall never know where it is." "I shall know as much as you do," she rejoined, in a tone of incredulity.

"I don't believe a word you tell me.

You have found no treasure." "If this is the last word I shall ever utter, I _have_," he returned; -- "a mighty treasure.

But you shall never possess it--never!--ah! ah!" "Nor shall you have the wine," she replied; "there is water for you," she added, handing him a jug, which he drained with frantic eagerness.
"He is a dead man," she muttered.
"I am chilled to the heart," grasped the sexton, shivering from head to foot, while chill damps gathered on his brow.