The ghastly hue of death settled upon her face.

She lifted her eyes to heaven as in prayer; vacantly they wandered to the face of the Padre, now well-nigh as pale as her own; then slowly closed forever.

A slight quiver passed over the lips, a faint moan, and Inez was at rest.

For long her wearied spirit had cried "Peace! peace!" and now she laid herself down and slept the long, unbroken sleep of death.
"Oh! you have yearned for rest, May you find it in the regions of the blest." As she had died without the pale of the church, they refused the lifeless form a narrow bed in consecrated ground.

Even the ordinary service for the dead was entirely omitted; and, without a prayer, they committed her to the silent tomb.