She then lay down upon her bed and put one arm across her bosom.

With her other hand she turned on the gas jet by the head of her bed.

She then placed this other hand across her bosom and ere long fell asleep to wake no more.
The moon arose and shed its sad, quiet light through the half turned shutters, through the window pane.

It seemed to force its way in in order to linger and weep over such queenly beauty, such worth, meeting with such an accursed end.
Thus in this forbidden path Viola Martin had gone to him who said: "Come unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.".