Now you must do the rest as your wit may teach you how, for if I speak to him he will be frightened, but your voice he may remember if he has his senses." At these words all her doubts and fears seemed to vanish from Miriam's heart, her hand grew steady and her brain clear, for Nature told her that if she wished to save her lover she would need both clear brain and steady hand.

The timid, love-racked girl was transformed into a woman of iron will and purpose.

In her turn she kneeled and crept a little forward from the stair, so that her face hung over the face of Marcus.
Then she spoke in a soft whisper.
"Marcus, awake and listen, Marcus; but I pray of you do not stir or make a noise.

I am Miriam, whom once you knew." At this name the dim form beneath her seemed to quiver, and the lips muttered, "Now I know that I am dead.

Well, it is better than I hoped for.