I was bending above the poor child who had fallen so suddenly at my feet, when the vision came, and I saw him gazing at me from a distance so remote--across a desert so immeasurable--that nothing but death could create such a removal or make of him the ghastly silhouette I saw.

He is dead.

At that moment I felt his soul pass; and so I say that I am a widow." Ravings?
No, the calm certainty of her tone, the grief, touching depths so profound it had no need of words, showed the confidence she felt in the warning she believed herself to have received.

Though probably not a single person present put any faith in occultism in any of its forms, there was a general movement of sympathy which led Mr.Gryce to pass the matter by without any attempt at controversy, and return to the question in hand.

With a decided modification of manner, he therefore asked her to relate how she came to be kneeling over the injured girl with her hand upon the arrow.
"Let me have a moment in which to recover myself," she prayed, covering her eyes with her hand.