But in the common belief, the Spirit found joy in the Elysian Fields, where there was plenty of food and no fear of famine.
Where there was moisture and deep-rooted reeds, and all the joys that are to be expected by the people of an arid land and burning clime." Then Margaret spoke with an earnestness which showed the conviction of her inmost soul: "To me, then, it is given to understand what was the dream of this great and far-thinking and high-souled lady of old; the dream that held her soul in patient waiting for its realisation through the passing of all those tens of centuries.

The dream of a love that might be; a love that she felt she might, even under new conditions, herself evoke.

The love that is the dream of every woman's life; of the Old and of the New; Pagan or Christian; under whatever sun; in whatever rank or calling; however may have been the joy or pain of her life in other ways.

Oh! I know it! I know it! I am a woman, and I know a woman's heart.

What were the lack of food or the plenitude of it; what were feast or famine to this woman, born in a palace, with the shadow of the Crown of the Two Egypts on her brows! What were reedy morasses or the tinkle of running water to her whose barges could sweep the great Nile from the mountains to the sea.