“Now you are here––yes, Amalia.”
“So have I say to you before––to love is all of heaven––and all of life, is not?”
Peter held in his hand the little crucifix he had worn on his bosom since their parting. In the darkness he felt rather than saw it. He placed it in her hand and drew her close as they walked. “Yes, Amalia, yes. You have taught me. Hatred destroys like a blast, but love––love is life itself.”