You saw, then, what has moved you so much, distinctly and vividly?
RUTHERFORD.
Yea, his figure and the features of his face, as distinctly, in the bright glare of the lightning, as your own now appear at this moment.
DUNGARREN.
A man whom you knew, and expected not to find at such an hour and in such a place. But what of this? Might not such a thing naturally happen?
RUTHERFORD (lowering his voice, and drawingDungarrenaside, whileAnnabelladraws closer to him to listen).
No, Robert Kennedy: he whose form and face I distinctly saw, has been an indweller of the grave these two years.
DUNGARREN. (in a low voice also).
Indeed! Are you sure of it?
RUTHERFORD.
I put his body into the coffin with mine own hands, and helped to carry it to the grave; yet there it stood before me, in the bright blazing of the storm, and seemed to look upon me, too, with a look of recognition most strange and horrible.
