"Meet, if thou require it,
Both demands,
Laying flesh and spirit
In thy hands."
Her blanched lips moved. She took a deep breath and made a faint cry. He
rose softly, and bent over her with a trembling heart. Her breathing
seemed to have ceased. Had sleep overtaken her? Or had the tender flame
expired?
"Roma!"
She opened her eyes and smiled.
"Not yet, dear--soon," she said.