In God's heavens, God's stars.
Robert Allitsen and Bernardine walked silently for some time.
"Well," she said, "now tell me." "The one great sacrifice," he said half to himself, "is the going on living one's life for the sake of another, when everything that would seem to make life acceptable has been wrenched away, not the pleasures, but the duties, and the possibilities of expressing one's energies, either in one direction or another: when, in fact, living is only a long tedious dying.

If one has made this sacrifice, everything else may be forgiven." He paused a moment, and then continued: "I have made this sacrifice, therefore I consider I have done my part without flinching.

The greatest thing I had to give up, I gave up: my death.

More could not be required of any one!" He paused again, and Bernardine was silent from mere awe.
"But freedom comes at last," he said, "and some day I shall be free.
When my mother dies, I shall be free.

She is old.