To the eye of the observer, and indeed to their own eyes, it showed neither seam nor flaw.
They were one and indivisible.
About such happiness as this there is something alarming, something ominous.

Mrs.Walrond felt it from the first, and they, the two persons concerned, felt it also.
"Our joy frightens me," said Anthony to Barbara one day.

"I feel like that Persian monarch who threw his most treasured ring into the sea because he was too fortunate; you remember the sea refused the offering, for the royal cook found it in the mouth of a fish." "Then, dear, he was doubly fortunate, for he made his sacrifice and kept his ring." Anthony, seeing that Barbara had never heard the story and its ending, did not tell it to her, but she read something of what was passing in his mind, as very often she had the power to do.
"Dearest," she said earnestly, "I know what you think.

You think that such happiness as ours will not be allowed to last for long, that something evil will overtake us.

Well, it may be so, but if it is, at least we shall have had the happiness, which having been, will remain for ever, a part of you, a part of me; a temple of our love not built with hands in which we shall offer thanks eternally, here and--beyond," and she nodded towards the glory of the sunset sky, then turned and kissed him.
As it chanced, that cruel devouring sea which rages at the feet of all mankind was destined ere long to take the offering that was most precious to these two.