seemed a perfect place. Tapping, notes, “telephone,”

"Restlessness - unshed tears - thoughts too grand for our soul to think ..."

After a time she asked, "Why were we created, just to live for a few years and then disappear?"

"We are told that we shall live again."

"Perhaps in Muspel," he added thoughtfully.

'What kind of life will that be?"

"Surely we shall meet again. Love is too wonderful and mysterious a thing to remain uncompleted."

She gave a slight shiver, and turned away from him. "This dream is untrue. Love is completed here."

"How can that be, when sooner or later it is brutally interrupted by Fate?"