Hotel one evening I chanced to see my old chief, McCullagh,

acted upon her mind, that she fancied she had only half a soul, and

that her child had taken the other half down into the sea. Never would

she be able to cling to the mercy of Heaven till she had recovered

this other half which was now held fast in the deep water.

Anne Lisbeth returned to her home, but she was no longer the woman

she had been. Her thoughts were like a confused, tangled skein; only

one thread, only one thought was clear to her, namely that she must

carry the spectre of the sea-shore to the churchyard, and dig a