Emmanuel,‘ continued she, 'what did you and Father Fothergill, and the rest of you, mean yesterday by burying that drowned man so close to me ? He died in mortal sin, Emmanuel; no shrift, no unction, no absolution: why, he might as well have been excommunicated. He plagues me with his grinning, and I can’t have any peace in my shrine. You must howk him up again, Emmanuel!