Mary, we are to die." An arm slipped around his neck--a cold hand pressed against his cheek.
"Pierre." "Yes." The thunder broke above them with a mighty roaring.
"_You_ have no fear." "Mary, if I had died alone I would have dropped down to hell under my sins; but, with your arm around me, you'll take me with you.

Hold me close." "With all my heart, Pierre.

See--I'm not afraid.

It is like going to sleep.

What wonderful dreams we'll have!" And then the black mass of the landslide swept upon them..