Let their eyes remain open since they desire to gaze on one another till the end of time without ever wearying.

And let them sleep in one another's arms since in their lives they did not sin, and only locked themselves in that embrace in order that they might be laid together in the ground." And then, again becoming a Roman Prince whose proud blood was yet hot with old-time deeds of battle and passion, he added: "Two Boccaneras may well sleep like that; all Rome will admire them and weep for them.

Leave them, leave them together, my sister.

God knows them and awaits them!" All knelt, and the Cardinal himself repeated the prayers for the dead.
Night was coming, increasing gloom stole into the chamber, where two burning tapers soon shone out like stars.
And then, without knowing how, Pierre again found himself in the little deserted garden on the bank of the Tiber.

Suffocating with fatigue and grief, he must have come thither for fresh air.