See how she is looking at me!" Then he caught the doctor by the coat, entreating him to remain there, assuring him that he was mistaken, that she was not dead, and that he could save her if he only would.

Pascal resisted gently, saying, in his kindly voice: "I can do nothing for her, others are waiting for me.

Let go, my poor child; she is quite dead." At last Silvere released his hold and again fell back.

Dead! Dead! Still that word, which rang like a knell in his dazed brain! When he was alone he crept up close to the corpse.

Miette still seemed to be looking at him.