She trembled, but he looked at her almost triumphantly.

Over Sophia's heart he knew his power.

With the questioning, unwinking gaze of love his eyes sought hers, and he tenderly spoke her name, "_Sophia_." She could answer only by her conscious silence.
"My wife! Mine in lives long forgotten." "O Julius!" "Always mine; missed in some existences, recovered in others, but bringing into every life with you my mark of ownership.

See here." Then he lifted her hand, and opening its palm upward, he placed his own in the same attitude beside it.

"Look into them both, Sophia, and see how closely our line of fortune is alike.