And yet, do you know, I never actually think of marrying.

I never think about whether love is right or wrong.

I simply think that no man shall ever kiss me, or hold me in his arms, unless it is the man who is sent to me for my desire, and when he comes, just whoever he may be, or whenever it may be, and whether St.
George's opens its doors to us or whether we go through some tangle of words at a registry office, or whether neither of these things happens, I really do not mind.

When he comes, he will give me what I want--that is just all that counts.

And until he comes, I shall stay just as I have been ever since my pigtail went up and my skirts came down." She gave his hand a final little pressure, patted and released it.