She clung about her sister's neck, and implored her, for her sake, to try and love Raynal.
Josephine shuddered, and clung weeping to her sister in turn.

For in Rose's arms she realized more powerfully what that sister would suffer if she were to die.

Now, while they clung together, Rose felt something hard, and contrived just to feel it with her cheek.

It was the phial.
A chill suspicion crossed the poor girl.

The attitude in which she had found Josephine; the letter, the look of despair, and now this little bottle, which she had hidden.