I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...
You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.