She moved not, though at last he seemed to fall asleep.

Two hours later he began to stir.

He turned his head slowly upon his pillows until his gaze rested upon her, as she sat fronting him.

'Twas as though he had awakened to look at her.
"Clo!" he cried, and though his voice was but a whisper, there was both wonder and wild question in it--"Clo!" But she moved not, her great eyes meeting his with steady gaze; and even as they so looked at each other his body stretched itself, his lids fell--and he was a dead man..