He pointed to the gray vault and the slab that covered Annie and Murray Hammond; and disengaging her fingers, which still clutched his sleeve, he turned quickly and walked away.
Her mournful eyes, strained wide and full of tears, followed him till his form was no longer visible; and sinking down on the monument--whence she had risen at his approach--she shrouded her fair, delicate features, and rocked herself to and fro.