I've earned my end.' He looked as though he was waiting for the clock to go on striking, half raising himself up in bed, with Miss Faith's arm under his head.
He whispered to her then--he couldn't speak by this time.

'It's twelve o'clock,' he said.

Then there came some words I've heard the priest say at Mass, 'Vanitas, Vanitatum,'-- that was what he said.

And her he'd lied to, there with him, laying his head down on the pillow, as if he was her child going to sleep.

So, too, she had him buried by her father, in the Quaker burying-ground--ay, she is a saint on earth, I warrant." For a moment after he had stopped the Duchess did not speak, but kept untying and tying the blue ribbons under her chin, her faded eyes still fastened on him, burning with the flame of an emotion which made them dark and young again.
"So, it's all over," she said, as though to herself.