1 And so it is we find this coffin empty.
2 He then lit a dark lantern and pointed to the coffin.
3 I opened that coffin, which was then sealed up, and we found it, as now, empty.
4 For a few minutes we were so taken up with him that we did not look towards the coffin.
5 He evidently did not know that there was a leaden coffin, or, at any rate, had not thought of it.
6 The Thing in the coffin writhed; and a hideous, blood-curdling screech came from the opened red lips.
7 We soldered up the leaden coffin, screwed on the coffin-lid, and gathering up our belongings, came away.
8 Into two of these I went, but saw nothing except fragments of old coffins and piles of dust; in the third, however, I made a discovery.
9 Every boat in the harbour seemed to be there, and the coffin was carried by captains all the way from Tate Hill Pier up to the churchyard.
10 But the Professor never stopped for a moment; he sawed down a couple of feet along one side of the lead coffin, and then across, and down the other side.
11 Taking the edge of the loose flange, he bent it back towards the foot of the coffin, and holding up the candle into the aperture, motioned to me to look.
12 I found no difficulty about the registration, and arranged with the local undertaker to come up in the evening to measure for the coffin and to make arrangements.
13 I told him that that must be good-bye, as the coffin had to be prepared; so he went back and took her dead hand in his and kissed it, and bent over and kissed her forehead.
14 Outrageous as it was to open a leaden coffin, to see if a woman dead nearly a week were really dead, it now seemed the height of folly to open the tomb again, when we knew, from the evidence of our own eyesight, that the coffin was empty.
15 He went to and fro, as if patrolling the house, and was never out of sight of the room where Lucy lay in her coffin, strewn with the wild garlic flowers, which sent, through the odour of lily and rose, a heavy, overpowering smell into the night.
16 The branch of wild rose on his coffin keep him that he move not from it; a sacred bullet fired into the coffin kill him so that he be true dead; and as for the stake through him, we know already of its peace; or the cut-off head that giveth rest.
17 There, in the coffin lay no longer the foul Thing that we had so dreaded and grown to hate that the work of her destruction was yielded as a privilege to the one best entitled to it, but Lucy as we had seen her in her life, with her face of unequalled sweetness and purity.
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