Victorine understood and drew near, while Pierre, also erect, remained quivering with the tearful admiration of one who has beheld the sublime.
"Look, look!" whispered the servant, "she no longer moves, she no longer breathes.

Ah! my poor child, my poor child, she is dead!" Then the priest murmured: "Oh! God, how beautiful they are." It was true, never had loftier and more resplendent beauty appeared on the faces of the dead.

Dario's countenance, so lately aged and earthen, had assumed the pallor and nobility of marble, its features lengthened and simplified as by a transport of ineffable joy.

Benedetta remained very grave, her lips curved by ardent determination, whilst her whole face was expressive of dolorous yet infinite beatitude in a setting of infinite whiteness.

Their hair mingled, and their eyes, which had remained open, continued gazing as into one another's souls with eternal, caressing sweetness.