Look at him!" The crowd widened its circle before the sweep of her arm.

Lorry's blood-stained body came into view.

His face, beautiful and, in its pale calm, stronger than life, was open to the paling sky.

"There lies a man," she sobbed, and her tears were of the kind that make the fires of passion burn the fiercer.

"A man any woman with a woman's heart would have been proud to be loved by.