"Does it satisfy you ?" "And why not ?" he inquired.
"Of course, you know the old superstition about this phenomenon of blood flowing from a dead body," she rejoined.

"How can we tell but that the murderer of this monk (or, possibly, it may be only that privileged murderer, his physician) may have just entered the church ?" "I cannot jest about it," said Kenyon.

"It is an ugly sight!" "True, true; horrible to see, or dream of!" she replied, with one of those long, tremulous sighs, which so often betray a sick heart by escaping unexpectedly.

"We will not look at it any more.

Come away, Donatello.