"And my happiness is big enough--or if I get it it will be big enough--not in the least to disturb our friendship country, Ian!" "I'll believe that, too.

Our relations are old and rooted." "Old and rooted." "So I wish you joy....

And I remember when you thought you would not marry!" "Oh--memories! I'm sweeping them away! I'm beginning again!...

I hold fast the memory of friendship.

I hold fast the memory that somehow, in this form or that, I must have loved her from the beginning of things!" He rose and moved about the room.