Wonder, awe, fear, pity, all strangely blended in her dark countenance.
Inez groaned, and rocked herself to and fro, as if crushed in body and spirit.

She could not lay him to rest forever without the bitterest anguish, for in life she had worshiped him, and in death her heart clung to the loved form.

Again and again she kissed the cold hand she held.
"Senorita, we must make haste to lay him in, and cover him closely.
Don't waste time weeping now; you cannot give him life again.

Have done, Senorita Inez, and let us finish our work." "I am not weeping, Senora! I have not shed a single tear; yet be patient: surely there is yet time." Inez straightened the cloak in which Frank Bryant was shrouded, placed the hands calmly by his side, and softly smoothed the dark hair on his high and noble brow.

She passionately kissed the cold lips once, then covered forever the loved, loved features, and they carefully lowered the still form into its last resting-place.
They stood up, and the old dame pointed to the earth piled on either side.