“Twenty-four hours.”
“And when did I faint?”
“Yesterday.”
A pang shot through me. “Tell me,” I cried, hoarsely, “when she was buried.”
“Last night.”
“O God!” I groaned, and I could say no more; but with new strength given to me in that hour of agony I rushed on.
It was by the eastern shore of the island. A wide flat was there, washed on one side by the river. Here more than a thousand mounds arose. Alas! could I ever hope to find her!
“Do you know where they have laid her?” I asked, tremblingly.
“Yes,” said the woman, confidently.
Hope returned faintly. She led the way.