The Triumph of Death #226457

When she perceived a group of men leaning against the parapet and looking down into the street below, Hippolyte stopped and exclaimed: "What has happened?"<br><br>With a slight gesture, betraying fear, she placed her hand involuntarily on George's arm as if to restrain him.<br><br>After watching the men a moment George said: "Someone must have leaped from off the terrace." Then he added: "Shall we turn back?"<br><br>She hesitated a few moments, wavering between curiosity and fear, and then replied: "No. Let's see what it is."<br><br>They advanced along the parapet as far as the end of the walk.<br><br>Unconsciously, Hippolyte accelerated her pace towards the small crowd that had gathered.<br><br>On this March afternoon the Pincio was almost deserted. Occasional sounds died away in the gray and heavy atmosphere.<br><br>"That's what it is," said George. "Someone has killed himself."<br><br>They stopped close to the crowd. All the spectators had their gaze intently fixed upon the pavement below. Most of them were workmen without occupation.