The coming of Maud Brewster into my life seemed to have transformed me.

After all, I thought, it is better and finer to love than to be loved, if it makes something in life so worth while that one is not loath to die for it.

I forget my own life in the love of another life; and yet, such is the paradox, I never wanted so much to live as right now when I place the least value upon my own life.

I never had so much reason for living, was my concluding thought; and after that, until I dozed, I contented myself with trying to pierce the darkness to where I knew Maud crouched low in the stern-sheets, watchful of the foaming sea and ready to call me on an instant's notice..