Then, with a brusque movement of furious resolution, he disappeared in the night.
When he was no longer there, Angelique, leaning against the back of her armchair, stretched her hands out in agony towards the darkness, and her frail body was shaken by heavy sobs, and cold perspiration came out upon her face and neck.
"My God!" This, then, was the end, and she would never see him again.
All her weakness and pain had come back to her.

Her exhausted limbs no longer supported her.

It was with great difficulty that she could regain her bed, upon which she fell helpless, but calm in spirit from the assurance that she had done right.
The next morning they found her there, dying.

The lamp had just gone out of itself, at the dawn of day, and everything in the chamber was of a triumphal whiteness..