It was so undeniably true they loved one another that the fact was becoming venerable with age.

Iris was perhaps the first to recognize its quiet certainty.
"As I cannot get you to talk reasonably," she protested, "I must appeal to your sympathy.

I am hungry, and oh, so thirsty." The girl had hardly eaten a morsel for her midday meal.

Then she was despondent, utterly broken-hearted.

Now she was filled with new hope.
There was a fresh motive in existence.