She was lifted out of and above herself.
But death was long in coming.

Some cause beyond their knowledge stayed the onrush of the mob along the street.

The din, indeed, persisted, deafened, shook them; but the crowd seemed to be at a stand a few doors down the Rue St.Honore.

For a half-minute, a long half-minute, which appeared an age, it drew no nearer.

Would it draw nearer?
Would it come on?
Or would it turn again?
The doubt, so much worse than despair, began to sap that courage of the man which is always better fitted to do than to suffer.