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Towards the grey of thethat the whole forest was at

peace, with no sign of dogs orof the wolves, Prosper's head dropt to his

breast In a few seconds he slept profoundly Isoult awoke and saw

that he slept: she lay watching hi When she

saw that he looked blue and pinched about the cheekbones, that his

cheeks were yellohere they should be red, and grey where they had

been white, she kneas cold; and her huainst this justification of her desires She crept out of her snug

nest, crawled towards her lord and felt his hands; they were ice

"Asleep he is ain towards him, seated herself behind and a little above hiled it well in She put her arms about

hientle

constraint; so he lay like a child at the breast TheStooped over him she pored into his face A

divine pity, a divine sense of the power of life over death, of waking

over sleep, drew her lower and nearer She kissed his face--the lids

of his eyes, his forehead and cheeks Like an unwatched bird she

foraged at will, like a hardy sailor touched at every port but one

His mouth was too nty absolute Otherwise she was free to roae, since the love that er-tips, in tian to be very hungry

"He too will be hungry when he wakes," she thought; "what shall I do?

We have nothing to eat" She looked doistfully at his head where

it lay pillowed "What would I not give hiht

flooded her But what could she do?

She heard the pattering of dry leaves, the crackle of dry twigs snapt,