We've a lot of living to do yet, both of us." She caught no note of relenting in his voice.

He looked large and strong, standing there at the entrance to his own home.

At length he turned to her, sweeping out his arm once more in a gesture including the prospect which lay before them.
"If you could only find it in your heart," he exclaimed, "how much I could do for you, how much you could do for me.

Look at all this.

It's a home, but it's just a desert--a desert--the way it is now." "Has it always been so ?" "As long as I can remember." "So you desire to make all life a desert for me! It is very noble of you!" Absorbed, he seemed not to hear her.