The Woman in Black Arthur Kipps Quotes

Moreover, that the intensity of her grief and distress together with her pent-up hatred and desire for revenge permeated the air all around. (11.72)

But to harm who? Was not everyone connected with that sad story now dead? (11.73)

There was nothing else the woman could do to me, surely, I had endured and survived. (11.146)

"You told me that night—" I took a deep breath to try and calm myself. "A child—a child in Crythin Gifford has always died." (12.6)

There was no expression on her face and yet I felt all over again the renewed power emanating from her, the malevolence and hatred and passionate bitterness. It pierced me through. (12.24)

Our baby son had been thrown clear, clear against another tree. He lay crumpled on the grass below it, dead. (12.27)

I had seen the ghost of Jennet Humfrye and she had had her revenge. (12.29)

Her bitterness was understandable, the wickedness that led her to take away other women's children because she had lost her own, understandable too but not forgivable. (12.13)

Doubtless, in such a place as this, with its eerie marshes, sudden fogs, moaning winds… any poor old woman might be looked at askance; once upon a time, after all, she would have been branded as a witch… (4.19)

Mr. Jerome looked frozen, pale, his throat moving as if he were unable to utter. (4.54)

I stood absolutely helpless in the mist that clouded me and everything from my sight, almost weeping in an agony of fear and frustration, and I knew that I was hearing… appalling last noises of a pony and trap, carrying a child in it… (6.6)

For how long I sat there, in extremes of despair and fearfulness, I do not know. (6.11)

I had been as badly frightened as a man could be. I did not think that I would be the first to run from physical risks and dangers, although I had no reason to suppose myself markedly braver than the next person. (7.3)

But at my feet, the dog Spider began to whine, a thin, pitiful, frightened moan, and to back away from the door a little and press against my legs. (9.25)

My whole body was trembling, my mouth dry, the palms of my hands sore where I had dug my nails into them as I had stood… (9.50)

In a curious way, it was her fearfulness that persuaded me that I must retain control of myself…

My fear reached a new height, until for a minute I thought I would die of it, was dying, for I could not conceive of a man being able to endure such shocks and starts… (9.55)

I was paralyzed, rooted to the spot on which I stood, and all the world went dark around me and the shouts and happy cries of all the children faded. (12.24)

[It was] a modest house and yet sure of itself, and then looking across at the country beyond. I had no sense of having been here before, but an absolute conviction that I would come here again (1.10)

The business was beginning to sound like something from a Victorian novel, with a reclusive old woman having hidden a lot of ancient documents somewhere in the depths of her cluttered home. (2.62)