Leave me to sleep, who, were it not for you, O Oliver, would pray that I might never wake again.
"Man," she added passionately, before us all, for now in face of the last peril every false shame and wish to conceal the truth had left her; "man, why were you born to bring woe upon my head and joy to my heart?
Well, well, the joy outweighs the woe, and even if the angel who led you hither is named Azrael, still I shall bless him who has revealed to me my soul.

Yet for you I weep, and if only your life could be spared to fulfil itself in happiness in the land that bore you, oh! for you I would gladly die." Now Oliver, who seemed deeply moved, stepped to her and began to whisper into her ear, evidently making some proposal of which I think I can guess the nature.

She listened to him, smiling sadly, and made a motion with her hand as though to thrust him away.
"Not so," she said, "it is nobly offered, but did I accept, through whatever universes I may wander, those who came after me would know me by my trail of blood, the blood of him who loved me.

Perhaps, too, by that crime I should be separated from you for ever.

Moreover, I tell you that though all seems black as this thick darkness, I believe that things will yet end well for you and me--in this world or another." Then she was gone, leaving Orme staring after her like a man in a trance.
"I daresay they will," remarked Higgs _sotto voce_ to me, "and that's first-rate so far as they are concerned.