She seemed suddenly a daughter of light alone.

His entity dropped out of her plane and he longed only to touch her dress with almost the realization that Joseph must have had of Mary's eternal significance.

But quite mechanically he heard himself saying: "And I love you--any latent greatness that I've got is...

oh, I can't talk, but Clara, if I come back in two years in a position to marry you--" She shook her head.
"No," she said; "I'd never marry again.

I've got my two children and I want myself for them.