You must make the best of me as I am.

But do be sorry for me, and never, never forget that I love you entirely.

That's the root fact between us.
I can't go deeper than that, because that reaches to the very bottom of my soul.

Shall we leave it so, Michael, and not ever talk of it again?
Wouldn't that be best ?" There was no question of choice for Michael in accepting that appeal.
He knew with the inmost fibre of his being that, Sylvia being Sylvia, nothing that she could say or do or feel could possibly part him from her.

When he looked at it directly and simply like that, there was nothing that could blur the verity of it.