"I should think not!"
Again Dr. Grey smiled. "How fiercely she speaks! What a tiger this little woman of mine could be if she chose. And so she absolutely believes in the old superstition that love is an essential element of matrimony."
"You are laughing at me."
"No, my darling, God forbid. I am only—happy."
"Are you really, really happy? Do you think I can make you so—I, with all my unworthiness?"
"I am sure of it."
She looked up in his face from out of his close arms, and they talked no more.
Chapter 10.
"Get thee behind me, Satan!
I know no other word:
There is a battle that must be fought,
And fought but with the sword—
"The clear, sharp, stainless, glittering sword
Of purity divine:
I'll hew my way through a host of fiends,
If that strong sword be mine."_
"I wish Mrs. Grey, you would learn to hold yourself a little more upright, and look a little more like the master's wife—a lady in as good a position as any in Avonsbridge—and a little less like a Resignation or a Patience on a monument."