She felt that she might as well have looked upon some ancient picture of a saint in heaven, and bid it close its eyes.

But she would not give up the attempt, for her only safety lay in its success.

For a long time Sister Paul returned her gaze steadily.
"Sleep!" said Unorna, putting up her hand.

"Sleep, I command you!" But Sister Paul's eyes did not waver.

A sad smile played for a moment upon her waxen features.
"You have no power over me--for your power is not of good," she said, slowly and softly.
Then she quietly turned to Beatrice, and took her hand.
"Come with me, my daughter," she said.