I feel, indeed, that by those higher laws which the vulgar, beastlike minds are incapable of recognizing, we are already one.

I sense, as it were, that oneness which can exist only when two souls are mated by the great over-soul; I feel that you are already mine--that, I am--that we are already united in a spiritual union that is--" The young woman checked him with a gesture, which, had he interpreted it rightly, was one of repulsion.

"Please stop, Professor Parkhill," she gasped in a tone of disgust.
He was surprised, and not a little chagrined.

"Am I to understand that you do not reciprocate my sentiment, Miss Reid?
Is it possible that I have been so mistaken ?" Kitty turned her head, as though she could not bear even to look at him.
"What you ask is so impossible," she said in a low tone.

"Impossible!" Strive as she might, the young woman could not altogether hide her feeling of abhorrence.