And she sat down at his feet and watched his still face, from beneath the shawl that hung over her head.

It had been in her hands when they had told her, and her fingers had closed upon it stiffly; so she had it when she came to his room.

She was glad, for she could cover herself from the eyes of those who came and went, but her own eyes could see out, from under it, and no tears blinded her.

After she had sat down, she did not move.
Gregorio Macomer had come, and had gone away, and then he had come again, when all was done, and had knelt a long time beside the couch on which his brother lay, repeating prayers audibly.

His face was as grey as a stone.