A long pause succeeded; but she neither wept not sighed. She had folded her hands upon her bosom, and she looked intently upward.
Again raising herself, she embraced me; and then she said, 'Poor Murden! he had his secrets too, and he has died for them!'
My Lord—it is over.—She expired in my arms.
Yes, they shall be entombed together—the dearer parts of my existence.—I loved them both as I never loved man nor woman beside.