Mary Hallock Foote,
The Desert and the Sown
“ I gave you all I could, remembrance, faith till death.” “Then you are my own!” said Paul, his face transformed. “God was our witness. Life of my life—for life and death!” Solemnly he took a bridegroom's kiss from her lips. “How do you know that it is life that parts?” “Speak so I can understand you!” Moya cried. “Ah, if I might! A man must not have secrets from his wife. Secrets are destruction, don't you think?” Moya waited in silence. ”
