Lawless and Pierre softly turned and stole away, leaving the man alone
with the woman he loved.

The two stood in silence, looking upon the river beneath. Presently a
voice crept through the stillness. "Fingall! Oh, Fingall!--Fingall!"

It was the voice of a woman returning from the dead.




THREE COMMANDMENTS IN THE VULGAR TONGUE
I

"Read on, Pierre," the sick man said, doubling the corner of the
wolf-skin pillow so that it shaded his face from the candle.

Pierre smiled to himself, thinking of the unusual nature of his
occupation, raised an eyebrow as if to someone sitting at the other side
of the fire,--though the room was empty save for the two--and went on
reading:

"Woe to the multitude of many people, which make a noise like the
noise of the seas; and to the rushing of nations, that make a
rushing like the rushing of mighty waters!

"The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but God
shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased
as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling
thing before the whirlwind.