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Oh, Peter! She's the luckiest woman in the world to be your wife! And she doesn't even know it!" He drew her hands into his.
"Not really lucky to be my wife, Nan," he said quietly, "because I can give her so little.

Everything that matters--my love, my utter faith, all my heart and soul--are yours, now and for ever." Her hands quivered in his clasp.