The blood which had streamed from the now exhausted heart, lay congealed upon her arms and bosom.

Grimsby shuddered.

Again he saw her move; but it was not with her own life; the recovering senses of her faithful servant, as his arms clung around the body, had disturbed the remains of her who would wake no more.
On seeing that existence yet struggled in one of these blameless victims, Grimsby did his utmost to revive the old man.

He raised him from the ground, and poured some strong liquor he had in a flask into a mouth.

Halbert breathed freer; and his kind surgeon, with the venerable harper's own plaid, bound up the wound in his neck.