human
I am Susan Vincent, said the awful ghost. No tears, nor cries, nor wild pressure of her mother's arms, nor entreaties poured into her cold ear, could extract any other words. Mrs. Vincent lost her self-possession: she rushed out of the room for remedies--rung the bell--called for Arthur in a voice of despair--could nobody help her, even in this horrible crisis? When she had roused the house she recollected herself, and shut the door upon the wondering strangers, and returned once more to her hopeless task.
gpt
Oh, Mary! what are we to do? Oh, Susan, my child, my darling! speak to your poor mother, cried the widow; but the marble figure in the chair, which was Susan, made no reply. It began to shiver with dreadful trembling fits--to be convulsed with long gasping sobs.
human
I am--Susan--Susan Vincent