I haven't had my life.

I've fought so hard to live--and it isn't any use--I have to die--and leave EVERYTHING I care for." Anne sat in a pain that was almost intolerable.

She could not tell comforting falsehoods; and all that Ruby said was so horribly true.

She WAS leaving everything she cared for.

She had laid up her treasures on earth only; she had lived solely for the little things of life--the things that pass--forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity, bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing from one dwelling to the other--from twilight to unclouded day.