I could only stand and look at her, and mark the paleness of her face and her mute despair.

She saw me, waved her hand sadly, and gave a mournful smile.

There we stood separated by the crowd, with our eyes fastened on each other, and all our hearts filled with one deep, intense yearning to fly to one another's side.
And now there came up from below, louder and deeper, the awful death-chant.

Time was pressing.

The preparations were made.