into his!

If she died there, would Donal come one day and find her? No! No! She
would speak to him in a dream, and beg him not to go near the place!
She would not have him see her lie like that he and she standing
together had there looked upon!

With that came Donal's voice, floated and rolled in music and thunder.
It came from far away; she did not know whether she fancied or really
heard it. She would have responded with a great cry, but her voice
vanished in her throat. Her joy was such that she remembered nothing
more.

CHAPTER LXXVI.

THE ANGEL OF THE LORD.

Standing upon the edge of the stone leaned against the wall, Donal
seized the edge of the slab which crossed the opening near the top, and
drew himself up into the sloping window-sill. Pressing with all his
might against the sides of the window, he succeeded at last in pushing
up the slab so far as to get a hold with one hand on the next to it.
Then slowly turning himself on his side, while the whole weight of the
stone rested on his fingers, he got the other hand also through the
crack. This effected, he hauled and pushed himself up with his whole
force, careless of what might happen to his head. The top of it came
bang against the stone, and lifted it so far that he got head and neck
through. The thing was done! With one more Herculean lift of his body
and the stone together, like a man rising from the dead, he rose from
the crypt into the passage.

But the door of the chapel would not yield to a gentle push.

"My lady," he cried, "don't be afraid. I must make a noise. It's only
Donal Grant! I'm going to drive the door open."

She heard the words! They woke her from her swoon of joy. "Only Donal
Grant!" What less of an only could there be in the world for her! Was
he not the messenger who raised the dead!

She tried to speak, but not a word would come. Donal drew back a pace,
and sent such a shoulder against the door that it flew to the wall,
then fell with a great crash on the floor.

"Where are you, my lady?" he cried.

But still she could not speak.

He began feeling about.

"Not on that terrible bed!" she heard him murmur.

Fear lest in the darkness he should not find her, gave her back her
voice.

"I don't mind it now!" she said feebly.

"Thank God!" cried Donal; "I've found you at last!"

Worn out, he sank on his knees, with his head on the bed, and fell a
sobbing like a child.

She would have put out her hand through th