The sunbeams slid into the cave, and played indifferently upon the ashen face and tangled curls, and on the broad chest of the living man whereon they rested.

An old baboon peeped round the rocky edge and manifested no surprise, only indignation, at the intrusion of humanity, dead or alive, into his dominions.

Yes, the world woke up as usual, and recked not and troubled not because Jess was dead.
It is so accustomed to such sights.
At last John woke up also.

He stretched his arms yawning, and for the first time became aware of the weight upon his breast.

He glanced down and saw dimly at first--then more clearly.
There are some things into which it is wisest not to pry, and one of them is the first agony of a strong man's grief.
Happy was it for John that his brain did not give way in that lonely hour of bottomless despair.