She lifted her hand, laid it on his smooth cheek and then the crisp hair.
"Oh Man!" she cried.

"Thank God you didn't give me up, too! I want life! I want LIFE!" The Harvester tightened his grip just a trifle.

"Then I thank God, too," he said.

"Can you tell me how you are, dear?
Is there any difference ?" "Yes," she answered.

"I grow tired lying so long, but there isn't the ghost of an ache in my bones.