We want to front life's shocks and storms; unsatisfied curiosity drives us on.

Then perhaps romance comes and all the common longings of flesh and blood are transfigured." She stopped, and Lister began to see a light.

This was her apology for her rashness in Canada, all she would give, and he doubted if she had given as much to others.

On the whole, he thought the apology good.
"Romance cheats one now and then," he remarked, and pulled himself up awkwardly, but Barbara was calm.
"I wonder whether it always cheats one!" "I think not," he said.

"Sometimes one must trust one's luck, and venture.