And yet we knew that, once possessed, these things were ours forever; neither care, nor change, nor time, nor death, could take them from us, for henceforth they were part of ourselves.
We stood again at length on the little porch, covered with dust, and turned the key in the unused lock.

I think we were both a little reluctant to enter and begin again the old round of life and work.

The house seemed smaller and less home-like, the furniture had lost its freshness, the books on the shelves looked dull and faded.

Rosalind ran to a window, opened it, and let in a flood of sunshine.

I confess I was beginning to feel a little heartsick, but when the light fell on her I remembered the rainy day in Arden, when the first rays after the storm touched her and dispelled the gloom, and I realised, with a joy too deep for words or tears, that I had brought the best of Arden with me.