east door of the tomb when I entered, was now shining in brilliant
almost level rays in at the west.

The day was passing.

A shadow fell from the opposite door. I became suddenly conscious of
his presence, and, once more, across her body, I looked into my
friend's eyes.

Between us, as on that dreadful night, she was stretched!

But she was at peace.

Our colliding emotions might rend us, they could never again tear at
her gentle heart. That was at rest.

Over her we stood once more, as if years had not passed--years of
silence.

Above the woman we had both loved, we two, who had stood shoulder to
shoulder in battle, been one in thought and ambition until passion
rent us asunder, met as we parted, but she was at peace!

We had severed without farewells.

We met without greetings.

We stood in silence until he waved me to a broad seat behind me, and
sank into a similar niche opposite.