His Other Wife: A Novel — page 85: what you’re looking at

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RACHEL. ey detailed account of the horrid tragedy of which she had been the victim, which he was required each day to tell over to Rachel Croft. The first time he related it to her was just after she re- covered from the long illness in which she had lain for weeks subsequent to her rescue from the dreadful fate of being interred alive. She was sane then. The Indian went through with his task, as the patient mother who tells the ghost or fairy tales to a tyrannical child, who must always hear it exactly the same way. It was all circumstantially linked together, as we know the story up ta the moment when the health officer inter- viewed the cemetery-keeper. The Indian was saying : **Of course, my dear, the health officer was me I wanted to see what the poison had done to you, and I was just as much prepared to find you black in the face, and dead, as I was to see you in the trance. Luck. favored me, and I had ample opportunity to take you out of the coffin and carry you into the organ loft till I could geta chance later to fetch you away.” _ ** But the empty coffin?’ she interrupted, impatiently. ‘‘Oh, we're coming to that. I hid you well away in a dark corner behind the organ, and then ran out through the vestry-room to where a pile of loose rocks lay near a mound in process of construction—an ornamental mound, you know, for the ferns and ivy to grow over.” ‘Yes, Well, and you——” Comichoo <S: (E(@) 3