She recognised her husband, she claimed, by the corpse's 'angry grin'. And by the white gold wedding ring, which matched her own, within which the blackened ring finger had swollen to several times it's size.
'Yes. It's Gilbert.' She spoke in a whisper.

Only then did the Widow-Bride lose her remarkable stamina, and her strength. Seven days and seven nights of vigilance were finished. Her eyes rolled back in her head like a shaken doll's and she would have fallen to the ground except, cursing himself for his fate, Dick Burnaby caught her in his arms.