Both times came the voices of the water, and healed me." The woman never turned her head, and kept always a little before me, but I could hear every word that left her lips, and her voice much reminded me of the woman's in the house of death.

Much of what she said, I did not understand, and therefore cannot remember.

But I forgot that I had ever been afraid of her.
We went on and on, and crossed yet a wide tract of sand before reaching the cottage.

Its foundation stood in deep sand, but I could see that it was a rock.

In character the cottage resembled the sexton's, but had thicker walls.