But the span could not hold, and in its wake the black night brooded.

And yet again, broader, stronger, deeper, lavishly spilling streamers to right and left, it flaunted the midmost zenith with its gorgeous flare, and passed on and down to the further edge of the world.

Heaven was bridged at last, and the bridge endured! At this flaming triumph the silence of earth was broken, and ten thousand wolf-dogs, in long-drawn unisoned howls, sobbed their dismay and grief.

Frona shivered, and St.Vincent passed his arm about her waist.

The woman in her was aware of the touch of man, and of a slight tingling thrill of vague delight; but she made no resistance.