It is already quite quiet in my brain.

Once more your hand, dear girl!" Melissa willingly obeyed him, and as he breathed more and more easily, she remembered that her mother's headache had often been relieved when she had placed her hand on her forehead.

Caesar, now opening his eyes wide, and looking her full in the face, asked why she had not allowed him sooner to reap the benefit of this remedy.
Melissa slowly withdrew her hand, and with drooping eyes answered gently: "You are the emperor, a man...

and I..." But Caracalla interrupted her eagerly, and with a clear voice: "Not so, Melissa! Do not you feel, like me, that something else draws us to one another, like what binds a man to his wife ?--There lies the gem.

Look at it once again--No, child, no! This resemblance is not mere accident.