“Love, with her, had not yet proved an illusion — a bright toy to be snatched hastily and played with for a brief while, and then thrown aside as broken and worthless. It seemed to her a most marvellous and splendid gift of God, increasing each day in worth and beauty — widening upon her soul and dazzling her life in ever new and expanding circles of glory.”
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