But that is very arbitrary; I have done nothing to prove that." She paused again, looking at him, and her mingled sound and silence were so sweet to him that he had no wish to hurry her, any more than he would have had a wish to hurry a golden sunrise.

"Your being so different, which at first seemed a difficulty, a trouble, began one day to seem to me a pleasure, a great pleasure.

I was glad you were different.

And yet if I had said so, no one would have understood me; I don't mean simply to my family." "They would have said I was a queer monster, eh ?" said Newman.
"They would have said I could never be happy with you--you were too different; and I would have said it was just BECAUSE you were so different that I might be happy.

But they would have given better reasons than I.My only reason"-- and she paused again.
But this time, in the midst of his golden sunrise, Newman felt the impulse to grasp at a rosy cloud.