She says grandad evaded her questions about it.

She doesn't dream there are depths below Unitarianism.

I must try to convince her that I'm not _that_ bad--that I may have a weak head and a defective heart, but not that.

Nance--girl!" He sat forward in the chair, reaching toward her.

She turned her face away, but their hands trembled toward each other, faltering fearfully, tremulously, into a clasp that became at once firm and knowing when it felt itself--as if it opened their blind eyes to a world of life and light without end, a world in which they two were the first to live.
Lingeringly, with slow, regretting fingers, the hands fell apart, to tighten eagerly again into the clasp that made them one flesh.
When at last they were put asunder both arose.