She wore a long white robe. Her face was lighted as if a lamp shone behind it.
In her hand was the great crucifix which was wont to hang above her bed.
When Christ died and bade the dying thief ascend with him to Paradise, can we say that His silence condemned the other?
Her face was all aglow with love.
"Robert!" she said. Her voice was like the voice of an angel.
Her arms are round him, her kisses press upon him, the great crucifix is lifted to his dying eyes.
A great thunder on the stairs, furious voices, the tide rising higher, higher.
Death.