She thinks it is nonsense about thrills, and some wonderful feeling that takes possession of you.

Lord, Bel! There isn't much nonsense about the thing that rages in my brain, heart, soul, and body.

It strikes me as the gravest reality that ever overtook a man.
"She is growing wonderfully attached to me.

'Couldn't live without me,' Bel, that is what she said.

Maybe it would be a scheme to bring Granny here to stay with her, and take a few months in some city this winter on those chemical points that trouble me.