Their common destiny was but for a moment, and that moment had come and gone.

All that now retrained for them was death--destruction, with all things living; and she looked forward to this, as a man watches for the dawn after a sleepless night.

Marianne stood aside; she dimly perceived that something vital was going on, that something inevitable had happened which would admit of no interference.

Gorgo, as she freed herself from Constantine's embrace, stood strangely solemn and unapproachable.

To the simple matron she was an inscrutable riddle to which she could find no clue; but she was pleased, nevertheless, when Gorgo came up to her and kissed her hand.