And so you kept it from my mother, and you grieved for me.

Margery, may I ask again that question I asked you the night before I went away?
If it pains you, say nothing." "You may ask it." "And what will you answer ?" "Anything you like." "And you do not want to go to London ?" "Not unless you turn me out of doors." "My darling!" he said.

And so we became engaged there upon the snow.
How wonderful the sun rose that morning.

How I walked home through Paradise, forgetting that there was such a thing as suffering in the world.

How the girls hugged me when they knew all.