He could now gaze on her without embarrassment.

He saw that her figure, dressed in the simplest robe of white, was worthy of her face; and so harmonious, that either the delicately moulded foot, or any finger of the equally delicate hand, was an index to the whole.

As she lay, her whole form manifested the relaxation of perfect repose.

He gazed till he was weary, and at last seated himself near the new-found shrine, and mechanically took up a book, like one who watches by a sick-bed.

But his eyes gathered no thoughts from the page before him.
His intellect had been stunned by the bold contradiction, to its face, of all its experience, and now lay passive, without assertion, or speculation, or even conscious astonishment; while his imagination sent one wild dream of blessedness after another coursing through his soul.
How long he sat he knew not; but at length he roused himself, rose, and, trembling in every portion of his frame, looked again into the mirror.
She was gone.