I am tired--I am tired of my prison.

And I stifle in the valley--I who have watched the sun rise and set from the very edge of the world.

Why did they take me away?
If I had only waited a little longer--a little longer--as he told me to wait!" Her voice suddenly vibrated with a craving that was passionate.

"He would have come with the next sunrise.

I always knew that the dawn would bring him back to me.
But"-- dull despair took the place of longing--"they took me away, and the sun has never shone since." "Isabel!" Scott's voice was very grave and quiet.