William Kirby,
The Golden Dog — Chapter LIII
(1877)
“ He held fast her dead hands, and gazed upon her dead face until the heart-breaking sobs of Heloise, and the appeals of Mere Esther, roused him from his stupor.He rose up, and, lifting Amelie in his arms, laid her upon a couch tenderly and reverently, as a man touches the holiest object of his religion. Amelie was to him a sacrament, and in his manly love he worshipped her more as a saint than as a woman, a creation of heavenly more than of earthly perfections.Pierre bent over her and closed for the last time those dear eyes which had looked upon him so pure and so lovingly. ”
