That means that I must let this life go--I must pass into another.

Some other soul must give me room.

Do you understand ?' Closer came the form.

Lucy perceived the white face and the dimly burning eyes, she felt herself suffocating, but she dared make no sudden move for fear of that closed hand and what it held.
'No--I don't understand,' she said faintly; 'but I am sure--no good can come to you--from another's harm.' 'What harm would it be?
You are beginning to love--and your love will never make you happy.

My brother is like me.