No man ever owed another for so precious a gift.

But, Collie, I can't help a little vague dread--of what, I don't know, unless it's a sense of the possibilities of Hell--Bent Wade....
Dearest, I don't want to worry you or frighten you, and I can't follow out my own gloomy fancies.

Don't you mind too much what I think.

Only you must realize that Wade is the greatest factor in our hopes of the future.

My faith in him is so unshakable that it's foolish.