The grey dawn was already glimmering, yet neither the expected vehicle nor Jorg had come.

Old Rahel, usually an early riser, was sleeping as soundly as if she had to make up the lost slumber of ten nights; but the smith's anxiety would no longer allow him to remain in the close room.
Ruth followed him into the open air, and when she timidly touched him--for there had always been something unapproachable to her in the silent man's gigantic figure--he looked at her from head to foot, with strange, questioning sympathy, and then asked suddenly, with a haste unusual to him.
"Has your father told you about Jesus Christ ?" "Often!" replied Ruth.
"And do you love Him ?" "Dearly.

Father says He loved all children, and called them to Him." "Of course, of course!" replied the smith, blushing with shame for his own distrust.
The doctor did not follow the others, and as soon as his wife saw that they were alone, she beckoned to him.
Lopez sat down on the couch beside her, and took her hand.

The slender fingers trembled in his clasp, and when, with loving anxiety, he drew her towards him, he felt the tremor of her delicate limbs, while her eyes expressed bitter suffering and terrible dread.
"Are you afraid ?" he asked, tenderly.
Elizabeth shuddered, threw her arms passionately around his neck, and nodded assent.
"The wagon will convey us to the Rhine Valley, please God, this very day, and there we shall be safe," he continued, soothingly.

But she shook her head, her features assuming an expression of indifference and contempt.