So the ghost who had gone mad had been a lonely spinster left to her lonesome, and Beth was trying not to over-identify. She would never choose to become a ghost, though - whatever happened after death was whatever happened after death, and it was not as if the living were going to become more interested in being around her if she was ghostly. So - they were not the same.

Besides, Beth had her brother.

None of this helped them, and she frowned at the predicament. "I suppose she doesn't like to chat?" she asked; that sounded easy, too easy, and if it had been that easy surely Mr. Greengrass would have figured out more about her by now.

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