Therewasnoflickerofbreath;therewasnoneofthatpulsingofthebodywhichdenoteslife;butstillshehadnottheappearanceofordinarydeath。TheNaisIhadplacedninelongyearsbeforetorestinthehollowofthestone，wasafinegrownwoman，fullbosomed，andwellboned。TheNaisthatremainedformewashalfherweight。TheoldNaisitwouldhavepuzzledmetocarryforanhour:thiswasnoburdentoimpedeagrownman。
Inotherwaystooshehadaltered。Thenailsofherfingershadgrowntosuchagreatlengththattheyweretwistedinspirals，andthefingersthemselvesandherhandsweresowaxyandtransparentthatthebonycoreuponwhichtheywerebuiltshoweditselfbeneaththefleshinplaindulloutline。Herclay—coldlipsweresowhite，thatonesighedtorememberthefullbeautyoftheircarmine。Hershouldersandneckhadlosttheircomelycurves，andmadebonyhollowsnowinwhichthedustofentombmentlodgedblackandthickly。
ReverentlyIsetaboutpreparingthosethingswhichifallwentwellshouldrestoreher。Iheatedwaterandfilledabath，andtinctureditheavilywiththoseessencesofthelifeofbeastswhichthePriestsextractandstoreagainsttimesofurgentneedandsickness。Ilaidherchin—deepinthisbath，andsatbesideittowatch，maintainingthatbathataconstantbloodheat。
AnhourIwatched;twohoursIwatched;threehours——andyetsheshowednoflickeroflife。Theheatofherbodygivenherbythebath，wasthesameastheheatofmyown。ButinthefeelofherskinwhenIstrokeditwithmyhand，therewassomethinglackingstill。OnlywhenourLordtheSunroseforHisdaydidI
breakoffmywatching，whilstIsaidthenecessaryprayerwhichisprescribed，andquicklyreturnedagaintothegloomofthehouse。