“My God—the roof is fallen!” he cried.
She came close to his side.
“Then there was another explosion?”
“Yes.”
“But they will find us?”
“That wall may be—” he stopped abruptly.
“Many feet in thickness, I know,” she supplied.
“And the damp—if it should enter the gallery from the rear—” his voice choked into silence.
“I know—I understand. But—we are together!” She laid her hand on his arm.
He caught the hand and held it in both his own, then slowly raised it and laid the soft palm against his lips.