It wouldn't all seem so hard then, I am still young, you know, really," she added, with a note of rebellion in her tone.
"How young ?" "Thirty-one." "Nowadays, that is youth," he declared confidently, "and youth means hope." "Sometimes," she admitted a little listlessly, "I have dared to feel hope.

I have felt it more than ever since you came.

I don't know why, but there it is." He turned his head and looked at her, appraisingly yet with reverence.

No measure of despair could alter the fact that she was a very beautiful woman.

Her slimness never lost its meed of elegance.