"Have you always been so ?" "Always.

I have had an odd life.

You could not understand it, if I told you of it." "And yet I have been lonely too--and I believe I was once unhappy, though I cannot think of any reason for it." "You have been lonely--yes.

But yours was another loneliness more limited, less fatal, more voluntary.

It must seem strange to you--I do not even positively know of what nation I was born." Her companion looked at her in surprise, and his curiosity increased.
"I know nothing of myself," she continued.