The sun was rising now, and the wide area of the watery desolation was spread out in dreadful clearance around them... A large company in a boat that was working its way along under the Tofton houses, observed their danger, and shouted, "Get out of the current."
But that could not be done at once, and Tom, looking before him, saw death rushing on them. huge fragments, clinging together in fatal fellowship, made one wide mass across the stream.
"It is coming, Maggie!" Tom said, in a deep, hoarse voice, losing the oars, and clasping her.
The next instant, the boat was no longer seen upon the water - and the huge mass was hurrying on in hideous triumph.
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But soon, the keel of the boat reappeared, a black speck on the golden water.
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...Dorlcote Mill was rebuilt. And Dorlcote Churchyard... had recovered all its grassy order and decent quiet.
...There was a tomb erected, very soon after the flood, for to bodies that were found in close embrace, and it was visited at different moments by two men who both felt that their keenest joy and keenest sorry were forever buried there. One of them visited the tomb again with a sweet face beside him - But that was years after.
The other was always solitary. His great companionship was among the trees of the Red Deeps, where the buried joy seemed still to hover - like a revisiting spirit.
The tomb bore the names of Tom and Maggie Tulliver, and below their names it was written -
"In their death they were not divided."
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From "The Mill on The Floss" by George Elliot (p. 423, Book Seventh, Conclusion)
