she had comecometo him after her deathdeath, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes givinggiveoff an odour of wax and rosewood , her breath , that had bentbentupon him , mute , reproachful , a faint odourodourof wetted ashes .
She felt that she was dozingdozeoff , and had just begun to dreamdreamthat she was walking hand in hand with Dinah , and saying to her very earnestly , ‘ Now , Dinah , tell me the truth : did you ever eat a bat ? ’