She looked more closely: the blood was welling from between the fingers.

She flung her arms around him with a faint bitter wail.
When Lisa came up, she found her mistress kneeling above a wan dead face, which smiled on in the spectral moonbeams.
And now I will say no more about these wondrous volumes; though I could tell many a tale out of them, and could, perhaps, vaguely represent some entrancing thoughts of a deeper kind which I found within them.

From many a sultry noon till twilight, did I sit in that grand hall, buried and risen again in these old books.

And I trust I have carried away in my soul some of the exhalations of their undying leaves.
In after hours of deserved or needful sorrow, portions of what I read there have often come to me again, with an unexpected comforting; which was not fruitless, even though the comfort might seem in itself groundless and vain..