"I thank the Gods that I have you, for my heart is sad--pitifully sad." "I know where your thoughts were," said Nefert softly.

"Well ?" asked the princess.
"With Pentaur." "I think of him--always of him," replied the princess, "and nothing else occupies my heart.

I am no longer myself.

What I think I ought not to think, what I feel I ought not to feel, and yet, I cannot command it, and I think my heart would bleed to death if I tried to cut out those thoughts and feelings.

I have behaved strangely, nay unbecomingly, and now that which is hard to endure is hanging over me, something strange-which will perhaps drive you from me back to your mother." "I will share everything with you," cried Nefert.