Then the swift smile curved her lips again, she dumped Gladys out of her lap without ceremony, and leaned her shoulder on Neville's, resting her cheek lightly against his: "It doesn't seem possible that the problem of life has really been solved for us, Louis.

I can scarcely realise it--scarcely understand what this heavenly relief means--this utterly blissful relaxation and untroubled confidence.

There isn't anything in the world that can harm me, now; is there ?" "Nothing." "Nor my soul ?" "It has always been beyond danger." "There are those who might tell me differently." "Let them talk.

I _know_." "Do you ?--you darling!" Her soft, fragrant mouth touched his cheek, lingered, then she laughed to herself for the very happiness of living.
"Isn't it wonderful how a word sometimes shatters the fixed ideas that a girl has arrived at through prayer and fasting?
I am beginning to think that no real intelligence can remain very long welded to any one fixed belief." "What do you mean, Valerie ?" She rested her head on his shoulder and sat considering, eyes remote; then her white fingers crept into his: "We won't talk about it now.

I was wrong in some ways.