Has the landlord said anything more to you?
no, I thought not.
He's too polite a man to give me the trouble of pulling him up.

Don't stop crying here, my dear.

Take the advice of a man familiar with funerals, and go home." I tried to take his advice, but it seemed like deserting Mary to go away when all the rest forsook her.
I waited about till the earth was thrown in and the man had left the place, then I returned to the grave.

Oh, how bare and cruel it was, without so much as a bit of green turf to soften it! Oh, how much harder it seemed to live than to die, when I stood alone looking at the heavy piled-up lumps of clay, and thinking of what was hidden beneath them! I was driven home by my own despairing thoughts.

The sight of Sally lighting the fire in my room eased my heart a little.