They sank down, dressed as they were, on Josephine's bed, and clung to one another and trembled together, till their exhausted natures sank into uneasy slumbers, from which each in turn would wake ever and anon with a convulsive start, and clasp her sister tighter to her breast.
Theirs was a marvellous love.

Even a course of deceit had not yet prevailed to separate or chill their sister bosoms.

But still in this deep and wonderful love there were degrees: one went a shade deeper than the other now--ay, since last night.

Which?
why, she who had sacrificed herself for the other, and dared not tell her, lest the sacrifice should be refused.
It was the gray of the morning, and foggy, when Raynal, after taking leave, went to the stable for his horse.

At the stable-door he came upon a man sitting doubled up on the very stones of the yard, with his head on his knees.