Their hands touched for an instant, but neither spoke. Silences were becoming more frequent and more delicious.

she awoke often to lie and wish for that presence beside her—inanimate yet breathing—still Jeff.

If I hurt your feelings we ought to discuss it. I don't like this kiss-and-forget.''But I don't want to argue. I think it's wonderful that we can kiss and forget, and when we can't it'll be time to argue.

My hair-- bob it!

My courage is faith--faith in the eternal resilience of me--that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high and my eyes wide--not necessarily any silly smiling. Oh, I've been through hell without a whine quite often--and the female hell is deadlier than the male.

Believe me, I may be a bit blasé, but I can still get any man I want.

All I think of ever is that I love you.

For this is wisdom-- to love and live,To take what fate or the gods may give,To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair,Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow,To have and to hold, and, in time-- let go.

Yet how bored they both looked, and how wearily Ethel regarded Jim sometimes, as if she wondered why she had trained the vines of her affection on such a wind-shaken poplar.