I am going to die.

I know that.
I am dying.

Oh, if only I could see his face once more before I die--before I die!" Slowly the westering moonlight crept down the blackness of the rock.

Now at last it peeped into the little cave and played upon John's sleeping face lying within six feet of her.

Her prayer had been granted; there was her lover by her side.
With a start and a great sigh of doubt she recognised him.