Upon her breast was that necklace of red stones with the little image hanging from its centre which those rascals gave her and she always wore." "Anything more ?" "Yes.

In her arms she carried what looked like a veiled child.

It was so still that I think it must have been dead." "Well.

What happened ?" "I was so overcome I could not speak, and she stood gazing at me with wide-opened eyes, looking more beautiful than I can tell you.

She never stirred, and her lips never moved--that I will swear.