Whilst I live, you--living or dead--shall always be in my heart." She breathed hard.

The elation in her eyes made them outshine the moonlight, but she said no word.

I went on: "My dear, I had come into the crypt full of courage and hope, though I knew what dreadful sight should sear my eyes once again.

But we little know what may be in store for us, no matter what we expect.

I went out with a heart like water from that dreadful desolation." "Oh, how you love me, dear!" Cheered by her words, and even more by her tone, I went on with renewed courage.