Her sea-green tresses were adorned with pearls and phosphorescent corals; her proud smile was that of a goddess, in keeping with the majesty of her diadem.
She stretched her pearly arms around him, pressing him close against her life-giving and eternally virginal bosom.

A dense and greenish atmosphere was giving her whiteness a reflection like that of the light of the caves of the sea....
Her pale mouth then pressed against the sailor's, making him feel as though all the light of this white apparition had liquefied and was passing into his body by means of her impelling kiss.
He could no longer see, he could no longer speak.
His eyes had closed, never to open again; a bitter river of salt was flowing down his throat.
Nevertheless he continued looking at her,--more luminous, pressed closer and closer,--with a sad expression of love in his glassy eyes....

And thus he went down and down the infinite levels of the abyss, inert, and without volition, while a voice within him was crying, as though just recognizing her: "_Amphitrite!_...

_Amphitrite!_" THE END.