Here, of course, it would be different.

Yes, your choice is certainly wise, for nothing must be allowed to hinder your work.

"Laying aside every weight," you remember, "let us run the race." Yes, I understand.' It was perfectly clear to Hyacinth that the Canon did not understand in the least.

It was not likely that anyone ever would understand.
Gradually his despondency gave way before the crowding in of thoughts of satisfaction.

He was to have Marion, to live with her, to love her, and be loved by her as long as they both lived.