No--Annie--I know how you feel, and God knows I have felt for you all these years, but I tell you the end has come! It's finished--over--I told him so to his face, and I mean it!" The slight body sank back into her chair and her eyes filled with tears.
Harry knelt beside her and put his arms about her.

This mother, frail as she was, had always been his refuge and comfort: now he must do the comforting! (Keep moving, old red corpuscle, there is a lot of work ahead of you!) "Don't worry, you dear little mother," he said tenderly.

"I don't know how it's coming out, but it will come out somehow.

Let father go: Kate is the only thing that counts now.

I don't blame her for anything she has done, and I don't blame myself either.