“Oh，Donal！”shesaidatlength，almostinawhisper，“thisislikeadreamIoncehad，ofgoingdownanddownalongroundaboutroad，insidetheearth，downanddown，totheheartofaplacefullofthedead——thegroundblackwithdeath，andbetweenhorriblewalls。”
Donallookedather;hisfacewasinthelightreflectedfromtheoppositegrayprecipice：shethoughtitlookedwhiteandstrange，andgrewmorefrightened，butdarednotspeak。PresentlyDonalagainbegantosing，andthisissomethinglikewhathesang：——
“Death！whaurdoyebide，auldDeath？”
“Ibideinilkabreath，“
Quo’Death。