I say it to myself a hundred times a day, it is so sweet.

Nothing can separate us but death; I have thought of all the other possible things, and none of them is strong enough.

But when I think of your dying, oh, when I think of my being left without you!" She rocked her arms in a frenzy, and called him dearest, darlingest.
All the sweet names that had been the child Grizel's and the old doctor's were Tommy's now.

He soothed her, ah, surely as only a lover could soothe.

She was his Grizel, she was his beloved.