I will light them." He found two lanterns hanging against the rock wall.

He lighted them, and the half-burned candle.
"It is pleasanter," she said.
She stood in the glow of them when he turned to her, tall, and straight, and as beautiful as an angel.

Her lips were pale; the last drop of blood had ebbed from her face; but there was something glorious in the poise of her head, and in the wistful gentleness of her mouth and the light in her eyes.

And then, slowly, as he stood looking with a face torn in its agony for her, she held out her arms.
"John--John Aldous----" "Joanne! Oh, my God!--Joanne!" She swayed as he sprang to her, but she was smiling--smiling in that new and wonderful way as her arms reached out to him, and the words he heard her say came low and sobbing: "John--John, if you want to, now--you can tell me that my hair is beautiful!" And then she was in his arms, her warm, sweet body crushed close to him, her face lifted to him, her soft hands stroking his face, and over and over again she was speaking his name while from out of his soul there rushed forth the mighty flood of his great love; and he held her there, forgetful of time now, forgetful of death itself; and he kissed her tender lips, her hair, her eyes--conscious only that in the hour of death he had found life, that her hands were stroking his face, and caressing his hair, and that over and over again she was whispering sobbingly his name, and that she loved him.

The pressure of her hands against his breast at last made him free her.