Next arose about her a whispering, as of winged insects, talking with human voices; but she listened to nothing, and heard nothing of what was said: it was all a tiresome dream, out of which whether she waked or died it mattered not.
Suddenly she was taken between two hands, and lifted, and seated upon knees like a child, and she felt that some one was looking at her.

Then came a voice, one that she never heard before, yet with which she was as familiar as with the sound of the blowing wind.

And the voice said, "Poor child! something has closed the valve between her heart and mine." With that came a pang of intense pain.

But it was her own cry of speechless delight that woke her from her dream..