I could see her in the darkness, as if she was a lamp moving about." "Oh, Pegler, Pegler!" exclaimed Miss Farrow deprecatingly.
"It's true, ma'am! It's true as I'm standing here." Pegler would have liked to add the words "So help me God!" but somehow she felt that these words would not carry any added conviction to her mistress.

And, indeed, they would not have done so, for Miss Farrow, though she was much too polite and too well-bred ever to have said so, even to herself, did not believe in a Supreme Being.

She was a complete materialist.
"And then, ma'am, after a bit, there it would begin, constant-like, all over again." "I don't understand...." "I'd go to sleep, and tell myself maybe that it was all a dream--argue with myself, ma'am, for I'm a sensible woman.

And then all at once I'd hear that rustle again! I'd try not to open my eyes, but somehow I felt I must see what was happening.

So I'd look at last--and there she'd be! Walking up and down, walking up and down, her face--oh, ma'am, her face staring-like most 'orrible--and wringing her hands.