You must lose a love before you find it!" She drew a quick breath.

What could these words mean?
"It is time for you now to turn homeward,"-- went on the Voice--"You must not be seen above this City at dawn.

You would be attacked and instantly destroyed, as having received a warning which you refused to heed." "Do you attack and destroy all strangers so ?" she asked--"Is that your rule ?" "It is our rule to keep away the mischief of the modern world"-- replied the Voice--"As well admit a pestilence as the men and women of to-day!" "I am a woman of to-day,"-- said Morgana.
"No, you are not,--you are a woman of the future!" and the Voice was grave and insistent--"You are one of the new race.

At the appointed hour you will take your part with us in the new world ?" "When will be that hour ?" There was a pause.

Then, with an exceeding sweetness and solemnity the Voice replied-- "If He will that we tarry till He come, what is that to thee ?" A sense of great awe swept over her, oppressive and humiliating.