"It will open doors.

If all were as the law foolishly demands it should be--if she were safe in the ordinary way--absurdly incredible or not as the statement may seem--I should now be at her feet." "At her feet!" she said slowly, because she felt herself facing actual revelation.
"Her child would be to me the child of the son who ought to have been born to me a life time ago.

God, how I have wanted him! Robin would seem to be what another Madonna-like young creature might have been if she had been my wife.

She would not know that she was a little saint on an altar.

She would be the shrine of the past and the future.