The firelight was warm on her cheek and hair, her needle once again completed the dear delusion: she sat there, his wife.
This was an aspect he forbade, but it would return; here it was again.
"It is good to have you in my life," he said.

"It is also good to recognize one's possibilities." "How can you definitely lose me ?" she asked, and he shook his head.
"I don't know.

Now that I have found you it is as if you and I had been rocked together on the tide of that inconceivable ocean that casts us half-awake upon life," he said dreamily.

"It isn't friendship of ideas, it's a friendship of spirit.

Indeed, I hope and pray never wholly to lose that." "You never will," she told him.