"It seems so short when it is spent in such joy as this; and when the day comes--for, oh! Gerald, my soul sees it already--when the day comes that I kneel by your bedside and see your eyes close, or you kneel by mine, it _must_ be that the one who waits behind shall know the parting is not all." "It could not be all, beloved," Osmonde said.

"Love is sure, eternal." Often in these blissful hours her way was almost like a child's, she was so tender and so clinging.

At times her beauteous, great eyes were full of an imploring which made them seem soft with tears, and thus they were now as she looked up at him.
"I will do all I can," she said.

"I will obey every law, I will pray often and give alms, and strive to be dutiful and--holy, that in the end He will not thrust me from you; that I may stay near--even in the lowest place, even in the lowest--that I may see your face and know that you see mine.

We are so in His power, He can do aught with us; but I will so obey Him and so pray that He will let me in." To Anne she went with curious humility, questioning her as to her religious duties and beliefs, asking her what books she read, and what services she attended.
"All your life you have been a religious woman," she said.