It was a strange staging for death, for the woman on the high bed was dying. Slowly, fighting every inch of the way with a grim tenacity, but indubitably dying. Her vital ardour had sunk below the mark from which it could rise again, and was now ebbing as water runs from a little crack in a pitcher.
John BuchanAbout author
- Author's profession: Politician
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: August 26, 1875
- Died: February 11, 1940