Body, soul, and spirit, I am held down a captive; I have been in bondage all my life.

I have never even thought as I should think if I could be free." "But I cannot understand that," cried Phebe.

"I could never be too near those I love.

I should like to live in a large house, with many people all smiling and talking around me.

And everybody worships you." She uttered the last words shyly, partly afraid of bringing a frown on the lovely face opposite to her, which was quickly losing its vivid expression and sinking back into statuesque coldness.
"It is simply weariness to me and vexation of spirit," she answered.