"But, with death, the strength of my will goes from me, and I can no longer keep you in this world.

The spirit of Miriam claims her rightful body, and you must struggle against her alone.

The gods will not be defied: it is the law!" His voice sank away into nothing, and his beard drooped upon his breast.
"He's dying, sure enough, poor old chap," said Freeman.

"But what is all this about?
I never heard anything like this language you two talk together." Semitzin turned towards him, and her eyes were blazing.
"She shall not have you!" she cried.

"I have won you--I have saved you--you are mine! What is Miriam?
Can she be to you what I could be ?--You shall never have him!" she continued, seeming to address some presence invisible to all eyes but hers.