But though he held her close in his strong arms, she found a way to pass from him to God.

Quivering all over like a wounded bird, she gave John her last smile, and was not, for God took her.

The bud had opened to set free the rose--the breathing miracle into silence passed.

Weeping passionately, his tears washed her face.

He was in an agony of piteous feeling in which there was quite unconsciously a strain of resentment.
"She is gone!" he cried, and the two physicians present bowed their heads.