But it is a poison, not a food.

If we live on it it will turn our blood to ice; we might as well be dead.

We must not, Waldo; I want your life to be beautiful, to end in something.

You are nobler and stronger than I," she said; "and as much better as one of God's great angels is better than a sinning man.

Your life must go for something." "Yes, we will work," he said.
She moved closer to him and lay still, his black curls touching her smooth little head.
Doss, who had lain at his master's side, climbed over the bench, and curled himself up in her lap.