I looked, and there it came again.
God! into what madness was I come that my eyes could so deceive me?
It was the draught that stirred the air about the church and blew great shrouds of wax adown the taper's yellow sides.

I manned myself to a more sober mood, and looked again.
And now my doubts were all dispelled.

I knew that I had mastered any errant fancy, and that my eyes were grown wise and discriminating, and I knew, too, that she lived.

Her bosom slowly rose and fell; the colour of her lips, the hue of her cheeks confirmed the assurance that she breathed.

The poison had failed in its work.
I paused a second yet to ponder.