The Mysteries of Udolpho

Aubert was interred in the neighbouring village church; her husband and daughter attended her to the grave, followed by a long train of the peasantry, who were sincere mourners of this excellent woman. Aubert enquired of Michael the distance to the hamlet he had mentioned, but the man could not with certainty tell; and Emily began to fear that he had mistaken the road. The enemy won’t be so civil, perhaps, as to walk off, like the ghost, and leave them to help one another up, but will fall to, cutting and slashing, till he makes them all rise up dead men. This black counterpane was not upon the bed then; it was laid on, after her death, and she was laid out upon it.” Emily turned to look within the dusky curtains, as if she could have seen the countenance of which Dorothée spoke.