"Thank goodness, I have kept clear of 'memories that bless and burn.' None of these things enter into my rational and well-ordered life, and I have no wish that they should." "Then," deliberated Garth, "how came you to sing THE ROSARY as if each line were your own experience; each joy or pain a thing--long passed, perhaps--but your own ?" "Because," explained Jane, "I always live in a song when I sing it.

Did I not tell you the lesson I learned over the CHANT HINDOU?
Therefore I had a rosary undoubtedly when I was singing that song to-night.

But, apart from that, in the sense you mean, no, thank goodness, I have none." Garth mounted two steps, bringing his eyes on a level with the candlestick.
"But IF you cared," he said, speaking very low, "that is how you would care?
that is as you would feel ?" Jane considered.

"Yes," she said, "IF I cared, I suppose I should care just so, and feel as I felt during those few minutes." "Then it was YOU in the song, although the circumstances are not yours ?" "Yes, I suppose so," Jane replied, "if we can consider ourselves apart from our circumstances.

But surely this is rather an unprofitable 'air-ball.' Goodnight, 'Master Garthie!'" "I say, Miss Champion! Just one thing more.