I'm going to begin to live!' She quivered with intensity of feeling, or with that excitement of the nerves which simulates intense feeling in certain natures.

A flush stole to her cheek; her eyes were once more full of light.

Sibyl regarded her observantly and with admiration.
'You never thought of the stage, Alma ?' 'The stage?
Acting ?' 'No; I see you never did.

And it wouldn't do--of course it wouldn't do.
Something in your look--it just crossed my mind--but of course you have much greater things before you.

It means hard work, and I'm only afraid you'll work yourself all but to death.' 'I shouldn't wonder,' replied the girl, with a little laugh of pride in this possibility.
'Well, I too am going away, you know.' Alma's countenance fell, shame again crept over it, and she murmured, 'O Sibyl----!' 'Don't distress yourself the least on my account.