You're right an' she's right.

I reckon I never run across a deal with two people fixed just like you.

But that doesn't hinder me from feelin' the same about it as I'd feel about somethin' I was used to." He paused, and, gently releasing Columbine, he went to Moore, and retied his loosened bandage, and spread out the disarranged blankets.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and bent over a little, running a roughened hand through the scant hair that had begun to silver upon his head.

Presently he looked up, and from that sallow face, with its lines and furrows, and from the deep, inscrutable eyes, there fell a light which, however sad and wise in its infinite understanding of pain and strife, was still ruthless and unquenchable in its hope.
"Wade, for God's sake save Columbine!" importuned Wilson.
"Oh, if you only could!" cried Columbine, impelled beyond her power to resist by that prayer.
"Lass, you stand by your convictions," he said, impressively.