Obiit 18—.’
That was all. Bradley gazed at the cross in utter agony and desolation; then shrieking again aloud, fell forward on his face. The faint light from the far-off blue crept down over him, and over the two black figures, who gazed in wonder upon him; and thus for a long time he lost the sense of life and time, and lay as if dead.
CHAPTER XXX—IN PARIS
Lay a garland on my hearse,
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow gardens bear;
Say I died true.
My love was false, but I was firm