Immediately we started back to our cell, for it was henceforth to be his
also.
“It is strange,” he said. “I do not understand it. Life and death are in
her keeping, and yet she knows it not. You and I don’t count for much.
We pass like the leaves, but life everlasting lingers in her body—the
very spirit of things ranges through her. But I am content with my
insignificant place, to live my life, doing my duty from day to day.”