"I think God shows His purposes to such as you.

My part is lighter; for your ring shall be on my finger and your heart in mine, and no touch save of your lips will ever be on mine.

So, may God comfort you, my darling!" There struck on our ears the sound of singing.

The priests in the chapel were singing masses for the souls of those who lay dead.

They seemed to chant a requiem over our buried joy, to pray forgiveness for our love that would not die.