I have seen this, long.

St.Clare, you will see, after a while, that I was right." "Which will afford you great consolation, no doubt!" said St.Clare, in a dry, bitter tone.
Marie lay back on a lounge, and covered her face with her cambric handkerchief.
Eva's clear blue eye looked earnestly from one to the other.

It was the calm, comprehending gaze of a soul half loosed from its earthly bonds; it was evident she saw, felt, and appreciated, the difference between the two.
She beckoned with her hand to her father.

He came and sat down by her.
"Papa, my strength fades away every day, and I know I must go.

There are some things I want to say and do,--that I ought to do; and you are so unwilling to have me speak a word on this subject.