He joined her in a half vexed way, protesting that she was still as uncanny as a ghost, although she had lost the aspect of one.
Suddenly she stopped, and tears of sorrow filled her eyes.

"Here I am, laughing at our absurd talk," she said, "when I have just left the side of a poor girl, no older than myself, who is ghostly indeed in her flickering life.

Is it heartless to seem to forget so soon?
Oh, Graydon, you don't know what trouble is! You have only had vexations thus far.

Let me tell you what happened last night, if only to make you grateful for your strong, prosperous life." "Tell me anything you wish.

I always have better thoughts and impulses after being with you." "Please don't regard me as egotistical, or offend me by thinking I am trying to be better than others.