It was as though a soul were arising in their emptiness as the moon arises in the quiet evening sky, giving them light and life.

At length she spoke in a slow, hesitating voice, the tones of which I remembered well enough, saying: "Oh! George, that dreadful brute," and she pointed to the dead elephant, "has killed our baby.

Look at it! Look at it! We must be everything to each other now, dear, as we were before it came--unless God sends us another." Then she burst into a flood of weeping and fell into his arms, after which I turned away.

So, to their honour be it said, did the Kendah, leaving the pair alone behind the bulk of dead Jana.
Here I may state two things: first, that Lady Ragnall, whose bodily health had remained perfect throughout, entirely recovered her reason from that moment.

It was as though on the shattering of the Ivory Child some spell had been lifted off her.