But the touch of her hand was real, the sound of her voice was real, the clasp of her arms about my neck was real.

Oh," he cried, shaken with a sudden wrench of passion, "give those back to me.

Tell your God to give those back to me--the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand, the clasp of her dear arms, REAL, REAL, and then you may talk to me of Heaven." Sarria shook his head.

"But when you meet her again," he observed, "in Heaven, you, too, will be changed.

You will see her spiritualised, with spiritual eyes.