She believed there was that within her soul which should survive all change and hazard--survive, it might be, even this warm flesh that it was hard not to think immortal.
She sought Miriam's side, took her hand, held it playfully as they walked on together.
"Why do you look at me so sadly, Miriam ?" "I did not mean to." "Yet you do.

Let me see you smile once to-day." But Miriam's smile was sadder than her grave look..