He clutches at Miss Davenport's hand. "She is Emily. My wife." His head drops. "I pray that her sins have been forgiven, and that she resides in Paradise. I have feared often that she was headed for destruction, but never did I dream to find her . . ."Wruter wrote:
Some form of embalming? Lila wonders. "You ... knew this woman, Mister Witherly?" she inquires hesitantly.
Words fail him. He seems to have recovered from his state of shock, but remains distraught.
"How or why such a thing has happened, I cannot dream, but this cannot be merely some horrid coincidence. We have been watched for some time, it seems, and expected. We must continue."