My short life in different places; not comfortable places, but large places; all was free and open, and there was always a kind voice in my ear--like yours; and a tender touch--like yours." Hope was restraining himself with difficulty, and here he could not help uttering a faint exclamation.
To cover it he took her wrist again, and bending his head over it, he said, almost in a whisper, "And the face ?" Mary's eyes turned inward, and she seemed to scan the past.
"The face ?" said she--"the face I can not recall.

But one thing I do remember clearly.

This is not the first time my wrist--yes--and it was my right wrist too--has been bound up so tenderly.

He did it for me in that other world, just as you do in this one." Hope now thrilled all over at this most unexpected revelation.

But though he glowed with delight and curiosity, he put on a calm voice and manner, and begged her to tell him everything else she could remember that had happened in that other life.
Finding him so serious, so sympathetic, and so interested, put this remarkable girl on her mettle.