Glad am I to have lived, because in my life I have known you and you have sworn you love me.

Glad shall I be to live again if again I may know you and hear that oath--if not, it is sleep I seek; for life without you to me would be a hell.

You grow weak, and I must go.

Farewell, and living or dead, forget me not; swear that you will not forget me." "I swear it," he answered faintly; "and Heaven grant that I may die for you, not you for me." "That is no prayer of mine," she whispered; and, bending, kissed him on the brow, for he was too weak to lift his lips to hers.
Then she was gone..