Instantly she flew toward the spot, her heart beating wildly; she drew
near, started back and caught at a young sapling for support; yes, there
lay a motionless form among the fallen branches, that of a man, a
gentleman, as she discerned by what she could see of his clothing; her
heart told her the rest.
Another moment and she was kneeling at his side, gazing with unutterable
anguish into the still white face.
"He is dead, the fall has killed him." She had no hope of anything else at
the moment; there seemed no possibility of life in that rigid form and
death-like face; and she made no effort to give assistance or to call for
it. She was like one turned to stone by the sudden crushing blow. She
loved and she had lost--that was all she knew.
But at length this stony grief gave place to a sharper anguish, a low cry
burst from her lips, and hot scalding tears fell upon his face.
They brought him back to consciousness, and he heard her bitter sighs and
moans; he knew she thought him dead and mourned as for one who was very
dear.
He was in terrible pain, for he had fallen with his leg bent under him and
it was badly broken; but a thrill of joy shot through his whole frame.
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