She went to the railings--one or two of them were broken and had not been repaired; in a more frequented place it might, perhaps, have been dangerous.

She did not seem to notice it.

She stood for some minutes in silence; then I heard again bitter weeping, passionate sobs, long-drawn sighs.

I heard a smothered cry of "Oh, Heaven; oh, Heaven have pity!" and then a sickly gleam of light came from the sky, and by its light I saw that she took the bundle from under her arm.

I could not see what it was or what it held, but she bent her head over it, she kissed it, sobbed over it with passionate sobs, then raised it above the railings and let it fall slowly into the water.
There was a slight splash; no other sound.