Mr. Reed Monologue

\”A singular notion dawned upon me. I doubted not–never doubted–that if Mr. Reed had been alive he would have treated me kindly; and now, as I sat looking at the white bed and overshadowed walls–occasionally also turning a fascinated eye towards the dimly gleaning mirror–I began to recall what I had heard of dead men, troubled in their graves by the violation of their last wishes, revisiting the earth to punish the perjured and avenge the oppressed; and I thought Mr. Reed\’s spirit, harassed by the wrongs of his sister\’s child, might quit its abode–whether in the church vault or in the unknown world of the departed–and rise before me in this chamber. I wiped my tears and hushed my sobs, fearful lest any sign of violent grief might waken a