What was that ?' A feeble moan rose from under the stones.

A human limb was uncovered.
The girl threw herself on the place, shrieking her father's name.
Raphael put her gently back and exerting his whole strength, drew out of the ruins a stalwart elderly man, in the dress of an officer of high rank.
He still breathed.

The girl lifted up his head and covered him with wild kisses.

Raphael looked round for water; found a spring and a broken sherd, and bathed the wounded man's temples till he opened his eyes and showed signs of returning life.
The girl still sat by him, fondling her recovered treasure, and bathing the grizzled face in holy tears.
'It is no business of mine,' said Raphael.

'Come, Bran!' The girl sprang up, threw herself at his feet, kissed his hands, called him her saviour, her deliverer, sent by God.
'Not in the least, my child.