Love, entered, proved to be the sea, boundless and strong, salt, clean, and the nurse of life.

He loved Jacqueline to the end of his life; he never swerved from allegiance to the sea.
For a summer month he saw her almost every day,--twice or thrice beneath the apple tree beside the stream, and at other times in Mrs.Jane Selden's parlour, porch, or little friendly garden.

He did not tell Jacqueline that he loved her; he had not dared so much.

The fact that he was the son of Gideon Rand while she was a Churchill mattered little to his common sense and his Republicanism.

His blood was clean.