"Your hand is heavy, Pierre."

"This is the sight of the eyes that see. In the Valley there is snow;
in the snow of all that was, there is one poppet-head of the mine that
was called St. Gabriel . . . upon the poppet-head there is the figure
of a woman."

"Ah!"

"She does not move--"

"She will never move?"

"She will never move."

"The breath o' my body hurts me. . . . There is death in the Valley,
Pierre?"

"There is death."

"It was an avalanche--that path between the pines?"

"And a great storm after."

"Blessed be God that I cannot behold that thing this day! . . . And
the woman, Pierre, the woman aloft?"

"She went to watch for someone coming, and as she watched, the avalanche
came--and she moves not."