Perhaps she was in the arbour.

I approached the arbour trembling.

What was my astonishment and my terror when I beheld her stretched lifeless on the ground! I uttered a loud cry, and sprang forward.

I raised her from the earth, and supported her in my arms; her complexion--through whose pure and transparent white the wandering blood was wont so gently, yet so glowingly, to blush, undulating while it blushed, as youngest rose-leaves which the air just stirs into trembling--was blanched into the hues of death.

My kisses tinged it with a momentary colour not its own; and yet as I pressed her to my heart, methought hers, which seemed still before, began as if by an involuntary sympathy, palpably and suddenly to throb against my own.