Dead Men Tell No Tales, Mary.

I Held Out My Arms To Him And He Came To Me Like A Child.

...but I Should Say That Kindliness, And Sincerity, And If I May Say So--modesty--are Worth Far More To A Man, To A Husband, Than All The Wit And Beauty In The World.

Nothing Like A Cup Of Tea To Make A Person Feel Better, Man Or Woman.

Why Did Dogs Make One Want To Cry? There Was Something So Quiet And Hopeless About Their Sympathy. Jasper, Knowing Something Was Wrong, As Dogs Always Do. Trunks Being Packed. Cars Being Brought To The Door. Dogs Standing With Drooping Tails, Dejected Eyes. Wandering Back To Their Baskets In The Hall When The Sound Of The Car Dies Away.

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.