The scene which met our view as we halted in one of the arches overlooking the court was one for which we sought in vain for full explanation.
The casket had been placed and a man stood near it, holding the lid which he had evidently just taken off, probably at some one's request. But it was not upon the casket or the man that our glances became instantly focused. Grief has its call but terror dominates grief, and terror stood embodied before us in the figure of the girl Martha, who with staring eyes and pointing finger bade us "Look! look!" crouching as the words left her lips and edging fearfully away.
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