says."

Annele threw her arms round Lenz's neck, and kissed him affectionately.
All the three suddenly felt that they had become as cheerful as if all
danger were past, and yet, at this moment, it was greater than ever.
They would none of them point it out to the others, but yet they saw
with awe and fear, that the walls were trembling, and the cross beams
sinking.

Annele and Lenz held each other in a close embrace:--

"Let us die thus, and shelter the child by our bodies," cried Annele.
"Farewell, life! Lord God, save our child!"

"Hark! there is a hollow sound; help is at hand! we are saved! we are
saved!"

CHAPTER XXXIX.
SAVED.

"I hear two distinct knocks following each other," cried Lenz; "I will
give a signal in answer; I will set the clocks all playing."

He did so, but the confusion of sounds quite stupefied him; even at
this moment of deadly anguish, the discord was insupportable to him. In
his excitement, he had injured the mechanism of the largest musical
clock, which went to his heart.

Again they held their breath and listened eagerly, but all was still.

"I rejoiced too soon," said Petrowitsch, his teeth chattering from
excitement, "we are still nearer death than life."

Again distinct knocks were heard, and Petrowitsch complained that the
hammering seemed to knock his head, and that every blow went through
his brain.

Lenz could not have set the clocks properly, for suddenly one of them
began to play the air of the grand Hallelujah, and Lenz sang with
it:--"Hallelujah! Praise God, the Lord!"

Annele sang with him, placing one hand on Lenz's shoulder, and
the other on the head of her child, and up above a voice
shouted--"Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

"Pilgrim! my dearest of all friends!" cried Lenz, in a voice that was
heartrending.

The door of the room was broken in with a hatchet.

"Are you all still alive?" cried Pilgrim.

"Praise and thanks be to the Lord! we are--all of us."

Pilgrim first hugged Petrowitsch, whom he took for Lenz, and the old
man kissed him on both cheeks, Russian fashion.

Immediately after Pilgrim, the Techniker appeared, followed by Faller,
Don Bastian, and all the members of the Choral Society.

"Is my boy all right?" asked Lenz.

"Indeed he is, I left him in my house," said Don Bastian.

By this time the snow was shovelled away from the window.

"The sun! the sun! I see the sun once