The weak efforts to ignore everything failed pitifully.
“No, it is life.” Mary-Clare grew grim as Northrup relaxed. “But I want you always to remember my old 156 doctor’s rule. If a thing is going to kill you, die bravely; if it isn’t, get over it at once and live the best you can.”
“God bless and keep you, Mary-Clare.” Absolute surrender marked the tone.
“He will!”
“But this is not good-bye!”
“No, it is not good-bye.”
CHAPTER XII
While the days were passing and Mary-Clare and Northrup, with the book between them as a shield, fought their battle and won their victory, they had taken small heed of the undercurrent that was not merely carrying them on, but bearing others, also.