who came to himself. He tore his hair.
“Oh!” he cried, “Athos! Athos! thou man of noble heart; woe is me!
I have let thee perish!”
At this instant, in the midst of the silver circle illumined by the light of the moon the same whirlpool which had been made by the sinking men was again obvious, and first were seen, rising above the waves, a wisp of hair, then a pale face with open eyes, yet, nevertheless, the eyes of death; then a body, which, after rising of itself even to the waist above the sea, turned gently on its back, according to the caprice of the waves, and floated.
In the bosom of this corpse was plunged a poniard, the gold hilt of which shone in the moonbeams.