As they closed, a low sigh fluttered feebly from her lips.
Hester Dethridge put her back in Blanche's arms--considered a little with herself--returned to writing on her slate--and held out the written words once more: "Shivered when I touched her.

That means I have been walking over her grave." Blanche turned from the sight of the slate, and from the sight of the woman, in horror.

"You frighten me!" she said.

"You will frighten _her_ if she sees you.

I don't mean to offend you; but--leave us, please leave us." Hester Dethridge accepted her dismissal, as she accepted every thing else.