If the brain and body fatten, then there is peace.

Kathleen and I have lived at peace, I suppose.

I never said a word to her that mightn't be put down in large type and pasted on my tombstone, and she never said a word to me--till to-day--that wasn't like a water-colour picture.

Not till to-day, in a moment's strife and trouble, did I ever get near her.

And we've lived in peace.