Oh! the wonderful place in which you will find me, not knowing that you have found me.

Good-bye for a little while; only for a little while, my own, my own!" I knew the voice as I knew the words, and knowing, I think that I should have fallen to the ground, had she not supported me with her strong arms.
"Who told you ?" I stammered.

"Was it Bickley or Bastin?
They knew, though neither of them heard those holy words." "Not Bickley nor Bastin," she answered, shaking her head, "no, nor you yourself, awake or sleeping, though once, by the lake yonder, you said to me that when a certain one lay dying, she bade you seek her elsewhere, for certainly you would find her.

Humphrey, I cannot say who told me those words because I do not know.

I think they are a memory, Humphrey!" "That would mean that you, Yva, are the same as one who was--not called Yva." "The same as one who was called Natalie, Humphrey," she replied in solemn accents.