A winding path led through it to its heart where Isabel Temple 's grave was , thickly overgrown with long , silken , pale green grass . Roger hurried along the path and sat down on the big grey boulder by the grave , looking about him with a long breath of delight . How lovely -- and witching -- and unearthly it was here . Little ferns were growing in the hollows and cracks of the big boulder where clay had lodged . Over Isabel Temple 's crooked , lichened gravestone hung a young wild cherry in its delicate bloom . Above it , in a little space of sky left by the slender tree tops , was a young moon . It was too dark here after all to read Wordsworth , but that did not matter . The place , with its moist air , its tang of fir balsam , was like a perfumed room where a man might dream dreams and see visions . There was a soft murmur of wind in the boughs over him , and the faraway moan of the sea on the bar crept in . Roger surrendered himself utterly to the charm of the place . When he entered that grove , he had left behind the realm of daylight and things known and come into the realm of shadow and mystery and enchantment . Anything might happen -- anything might be true . Eighty long years had come and gone , but Isabel Temple , thus cruelly torn from life at the moment when it had promised her most , did not even yet rest calmly in her grave ; such at least was the story , and Roger believed it . It was in his blood to believe it . The Temples were a superstitious family , and there was nothing in Roger 's upbringing to correct the tendency . His was not a sceptical or scientific mind . He was ignorant and poetical and credulous . He had always accepted unquestioningly the tale that Isabel Temple had been seen on earth long after the red clay was heaped over her murdered body . Her bridegroom had seen her , when he went to visit her on the eve of his second and unhappy marriage ; his grandfather had seen her . His grandmother , who had told him Isabel 's story , had told him this too , and believed it .
She had added , with a bitterness foreign XXXXX his idea of her , that her husband had never been the same to her afterwards ; his uncle had seen her -- and had lived and died a haunted man .
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