I shall not get up again." The look in her face was so unearthly and a thing so full of mystery, that her Grace's heart stood still, for in some strange way she knew the end had come.
They bore her to her tower and laid her in her bed, when she looked once round the room and then at her sister.
"'Tis a fair, peaceful room," she said.

"And the prayers I have prayed in it have been answered.

To-day I saw my mother, and she told me so." "Anne! Anne!" cried her Grace, leaning over her and gazing fearfully into her face; for though her words sounded like delirium, her look had no wildness in it.

And yet--"Anne, Anne! you wander, love," the duchess cried.
Anne smiled a strange, sweet smile.

"Perchance I do," she said.