I should never have been lonely again.

I should have known nothing, whatsoever happened, but tender joy." "Whatsoever happened ?" he murmured.
"Whatsoever happens now, Ysobel, know nothing but tender joy.

I think you CAN.

'Out on the Hillside!' Let us remember." "Yes, yes," I said; "'Out on the Hillside.'" And our two faces, damp with the sweet mist, were pressed together..