'I have no strength.'
Emma laid her face on the lips. They were cold; even the breath between them cold.
'Has Emmy been long...?'
'Here, dear? I think so. I am with my darling.'
Tony moaned. The warmth and the love were bringing back her anguish.
She said: 'I have been happy. It is not hard to go.'
Emma strained to her. 'Tony will wait for her soul's own soul to go, the two together.'
There was a faint convulsion in the body. 'If I cry, I shall go in pain.'
'You are in Emmy's arms, my beloved.'
Tony's eyes closed for forgetfulness under that sensation. A tear ran down from her, but the pain was lag and neighboured sleep, like the pleasure.