Then it rushed in upon his consciousness that he really loved her for what she was, for all the boy in her and all the rest of her--for the total of her that would have been a different total in direct proportion to any differing of the parts of her.
"But the small child won't cry any more for it," she was saying.

"This is the last sob.

Some day, if Kinross doesn't lose her, you'll turn her over to your partner, I know.

And I won't nag you any more.

Only I do hope you know how I feel.