There were stormy episodes and tender ones, threats and tears, and plottings and pleadings, and all to the same unavailing end.

Your woman of thirty of this sort is a Hecla ever in eruption, but becoming sometimes, like Hecla, in the ages, ice-surrounded.

She has her trials, this woman, but her trials never kill her.

The rending of the earth, earthy, is never fatal.

She recovers.