How the living man starts! He jumps back when his eyes fall upon that one inmate unlike the others, that one whose pale and bloated flesh still lingers. It, that corpse, does not move, does not breathe.
For a moment, rationality breaks upon his sorrow wrecked mind. Here is a dead body; he has broken into a crypt; What business do the living have with the dead? Yet he remembers the one he loved buried upon that hill. So, a new question he asks, “What business do the dead have with the living?”
His voice echoes through the hallowed chamber.
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