I saw through a black veil of misery and remorse and indecision and fear; and there was a feeling as if I carried a small leaden coffin in the place of my heart.

And now in her deep heart an even sharper pain was stirring, a pain which would stay with her always.

These words had impressed Clement deeply, inscribed upon his heart.

Moy felt something snap inside her as if her heart had snapped. The heart-string, she thought — what is the heart-string?

Well, you won't abandon me, will you.""Don't be silly, Ludens, you are buckled to my heart.

She would give ease to his too long wandering heart, and then he could live more fully in the world of other people, more able, because more happy, to give them his full attention.

My heart was beating like an army on the march.