In that world they would shut themselves in.

No one would ever find them.

And the glory of the sun and the stars and God's open country would be with them always.
Marette was the very heart of that reality which impinged itself upon him now.

He did not worry about what it was she would tell him tomorrow, or day after tomorrow.

He believed that it was then--when she had told him what there was to tell, and he still reached, out his arms to her--that she would come into those arms.