Desire grows by what it feeds on.
Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!
Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.
Oh", she thought, "how horrible it is that people have to grow up-and marry-and change!
…determined to enjoy her luxury of grief uncomforted.
It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.