She then asked in a low voice, for her child: it was brought to her: she put it in her father's arms.
"Protect her," said she, "and bless your dying--" Unable to finish the sentence, she sunk back on her pillow: her countenance was serenely composed; she regarded her father as he pressed the infant to his breast with a steadfast look; a sudden beam of joy passed across her languid features, she raised her eyes to heaven--and then closed them for ever..