The other birds may be reconciled to their comfortable quarters and abundant food and absence of dangers, but I don't think all those things could make up to a falcon for the wild range of cliff and desert.

When one has lost one's own liberty one feels a quicker sympathy for other caged things, I suppose." There was silence for a moment, and then the Dowager went on, in a wistful, passionate voice: "I am an old woman now, Murrey, I must die in my cage.

I haven't the strength to fight.

Age is a very real and very cruel thing, though we may shut our eyes to it and pretend it is not there.

I thought at one time that I should never really know what it meant, what it brought to one.