So I died with him.

I died with him," she repeated, "to come to life again with you.

Many lips have been pressed to mine, Antony, since the cold sleep of the Seine fell over me, but none were warm and wild like yours.

I loved my sleep while the others kissed me, but with the touch of your lips the dreams of life began to stir within me again.

O Antony, be great enough, be all mine, that we may fulfil our dream; and perhaps, Antony, I will die with you--and leave the world in darkness for your sake, another hundred years." Exalted above the earth with the joy of Silencieux's words, Antony pressed his lips to hers in an ecstasy, and vowed his life and all within it inviolably to her..