Finally it lay still.
The terrible task was over.
The hammer fell from Arthur's hand.

He reeled and would have fallen had we not caught him.

The great drops of sweat sprang from his forehead, and his breath came in broken gasps.

It had indeed been an awful strain on him, and had he not been forced to his task by more than human considerations he could never have gone through with it.
For a few minutes we were so taken up with him that we did not look towards the coffin.

When we did, however, a murmur of startled surprise ran from one to the other of us.