before The Denial of Death was published, but he seemed

you with my thoughts, though what you say makes my head whirl round

and round. Still I contrive to lay hold on some of it."

Kaela's beauty had a firm hold on Alfred; it filled his soul,

and held a mastery over him. Beauty beamed from Kaela's every feature,

glittered in her eyes, lurked in the corners of her mouth, and

pervaded every movement of her agile fingers. Alfred, the sculptor,

saw this. He spoke only to her, thought only of her, and the two

became one; and so it may be said she spoke much, for he was always