Now, I thought, am I safe in harbour?
If ever a match could have been labelled "Pure heaven-made goods, warranted not to shrink"-- that was one.

But for this rupture there is an all-accounting reason.

For the others there was none.

I vow I went on falling in love until I grew absolutely sick and tired of the condition.

You see, the vocabulary of the pastime is so confoundedly limited.