And so exquisitely fresh in her twenty years of maidenhood, with bright young eyes that seemed to bid defiance to all the years to come.
He went about like one dazzled with excessive light.

He talked as he had never talked before, recklessly, exultantly, insolently--in the nobler sense.

He made friends on every hand; he welcomed all the world to his bosom; he felt the benevolence of a god.
'I love you!' It breathed like music at his ears when he fell asleep in weariness of joy; it awakened him on the morrow as with a glorious ringing summons to renewed life.
Delay?
Why should there be delay?
Amy wished nothing but to become his wife.

Idle to think of his doing any more work until he sat down in the home of which she was mistress.

His brain burned with visions of the books he would henceforth write, but his hand was incapable of anything but a love-letter.