“Who told you them?”
The Grey Lady turned, and took from a rough shelf or ledge, scooped out in the rocky wall of the little cavern, a small brown-covered volume.
“I know not if you can read,” she said, offering the book to Lady Sergeaux; “but there are the words.”
The little volume was no continuous Book of Scripture, but consisted of passages extracted almost at random, of varying lengths, apparently just as certain paragraphs had attracted her when she heard or read them.
“Yes, I can read. My nurse taught me,” said Philippa, taking the little book from her hand.
But her eyes lighted, the first thing, upon a passage which enchained them; and she read no further.
“Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again; but whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst.”