Not knowing when we should get home again, I brought it, thinking that perhaps one day you might marry, when it would be useful.

And now, strangely enough, the marriage has come." "Emlyn, Emlyn, I believe that you planned all this business, whereof God alone knows the end." "That is why He makes a beginning, dear, that His end may be fulfilled in due season." "Aye, but what is that end?
Mayhap this is my shroud you wrap about me.
In truth, I feel as though death were near." "He is ever that," replied Emlyn unconcernedly.

"But so long as he doesn't touch, what does it matter?
Now hark you, sweetest, I've Spanish and gypsy blood in me with which go gifts, and so I'll tell you something for your comfort.

However oft he snatches, Death will not lay his bony hand on you for many a long year--not till you are well-nigh as thin with age as he is.

Oh! you'll have your troubles like all of us, worse than many, mayhap, but you are Luck's own child, who lived when the rest were taken, and you'll win through and take others on your back, as a whale does barnacles.