He could not be sure.

Resolved as he was to consider her Anitra, and excellent as his reasons were for doing so, the swelling of his heart as he met her eye roused again the old doubt and gave an unnatural tone to his voice as he advanced towards her with an impetuous utterance of her name: "Anitra!" She shrunk, not at the word but at his movement, which undoubtedly was abrupt; but immediately recovered herself and, meeting him half-way, cried out in the unnaturally loud tones of the very deaf: "They don't bring my sister back.

She is drowned, drowned.

But you still have Anitra," she exclaimed in child-like triumph.

"Anitra will be good to you.