So he talked to prevent her from thinking, and worked for a laugh as he laboured for bread.
"Now we must go," he said at last.

"If there is the malaria I strongly suspect in your system, this night air is none too good for you.

I only wanted you to see the lake the first night in your new home, and if it won't shock you, I brought you here because this is my holy of holies.
Can you guess why I wanted you to come, Ruth ?" "If I wasn't so stupid with alternate burning and chills, and so deadened to every proper sensibility, I suppose I could," she answered, "but I'm not brilliant.

I don't know, unless it is because you knew it would be the loveliest place I ever saw.

Surely there is no other spot in the world quite so beautiful." "Then would it seem strange to you," asked the Harvester going to the Girl and gently putting his arms around her, "would it seem strange to you, that a woman who once homed here and thought it the prettiest place on earth, chose to remain for her eternal sleep, rather than to rest in a distant city of stranger dead ?" He felt the Girl tremble against him.
"Where is she ?" "Very close," said the Harvester.