We are no more content to plod along the beaten paths – and so marriage must go the way of God.

A lover may be a shadowy creature, but husbands are made of flesh and blood.

A lover may be a shadowy creature, but husbands are made of flesh and blood

We are no more content to plod along the beaten paths - and so marriage must go the way of God.

There will be strange ebbs and flows in the tide of race feelings.

A curious, dreamlike sensation stole over Gertrude at finding herself once again in a roomful of people; and as an old war-horse is said to become excited at the sound of battle, so she felt the social instincts rise strongly within her as the familiar, forgotten pageant of nods and becks and wreathed smiles burst anew upon her.