The flutter of that heart was not the strong beating of the normal organ; the hands were cold; even the body was chilled; yet the man lived.
Or, rather, his brain lived, and compelled the shattered and outworn body to comply with its will.

Doctor Byrne turned and stared again at the face of Cumberland.

He felt as if he understood, now, the look which was concentrated so brightly on the vacant air.

It was illumined by a steady and desperate defiance, for the old man was denying his body to the grave.
The scene changed for Randall Byrne.

The girl disappeared.