I was resigned before, I was resigned then.

I did what I could for her, which was little enough.

Human progress, such as it is, has been acquired through the spirit.

The body defies us--we have no control over it.

So she died--mercifully unconscious most of the time--and died, as I had hoped, without the least suspicion of the truth.
"You cannot faintly imagine the shock of Turold's announcement on the day of her burial, to me, who had been so arrogantly certain that the secret was safe.