But no shadow of jealousy, doubt, or contradictory emotion troubled her now: assured of Eveena's sisterly love as of my own hardly and lately won trust and tenderness.
The light had been long subdued, and the chamber was dim as dimmest twilight, when suddenly, with a smile, Eunane cried-- "It is morning already! and there,--why, there is Erme." She stretched out her arms as if to greet the one creature she had loved--perhaps more dearly than she loved those now beside her.

The hands dropped; and Eveena's closed for ever on the sights of this world the eyes whose last vision had been of another..