Love didn't do all of this.

In the name of the Almighty, what did you give her, David ?" "Life!" cried the Harvester.

"Life! Come on, Ruth, come on! Out of the valley come to me! You are well now, Girl! It's all over! The last trace of fever is gone, the last of the dull ache.

Can you swallow just two more drops of bottled sunshine, Ruth ?" The flickering lids slowly opened, and the big black eyes looked straight into the Harvester's.

He met them steadily, smiling encouragement.
"Hang on to each breath, dear heart!" he urged.