Mirah spoke with low-toned fervor, and sat as still as a picture all the while.
"Many others would have felt as we do, my dear," said Mrs. Meyrick, feeling a mist come over her eyes as she looked at her work.
"But I did not meet them--they did not come to me."
"How was it that you were taken from your mother?"

Mirah spoke with low-toned fervour.
"Many others would have felt as we do, my dear," said Mrs. Meyrick, feeling a mist come over her eyes as she looked at her work.
"But I did not meet them."
"How was it that you were taken from your mother?"
