And it had been given St.George to move with her merely by living this hour, with Olivia in his arms.
The sweet of life--the sweet of life and the world his own.

The words had never meant so much.

He had often said them in exultation, but he had never known their truth: the world was literally his own, under the law.

Nothing seemed impossible.

His mind went back to the unexplained disappearing of that other motor and, however it had been, that did not seem impossible either.