It's one member of my body that I can't control where you are concerned." "I thought you didn't like me any more." "Careful!" warned the Harvester.

"You are yet too close Heaven to fib like that, Ruth.

What have I done to indicate that I don't love you more than ever ?" "Stayed away nearly every minute for three awful days, and wouldn't come without being dragged; and now you're wishing they would hurry and fix that bed, so you can put me down and go back to your rank old herbs again." "Well of all the black prevarications! I went when you sent me, and came when you called.

I'd willingly give up my hope of what Granny calls 'salvation' to hold you as I am for an hour, and you know it." "It's going to be much longer than that," said the Girl nestling to him.
"I asked for you because you never hurt me, and they always do.

I knew you were so strong that my weight now wouldn't be a load for one of your hands, and I am not going back to that bed until I am so tired that I will be glad to lie down." For a long time she was so silent the Harvester thought her going to sleep; and having learned that for him joy was probably transient, he deliberately got all he could.