The speaking sign of the moment was that neither nurse nor doctor stirred.
Emily lay low upon a pillow.

Her face was as bloodless as wax and was a little turned aside.

The Shadow was hovering over it and touched her closed lids and the droop of her cheek and corners of her mouth.

She was far, far away.
This was what Walderhurst felt first,--the strange remoteness, the lonely stillness of her.

She had gone alone far from the place he stood in, and which they two familiarly knew.