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* * * * *
Besides all this I am your earthly wife, Gogo--your loving, faithful,
devoted wife, and I wish it to be known.
* * * * *
And then at last, in the fulness of time--a very few years--ah,
then----
"Once more shall Neuha lead her Torquil by the hand."
* * * * *
"Oh, Mary!" I cried, "shall we be transcendently happy again? As happy
as we were--_happier_ even?"
Ah, Gogo, is a man happier than a mouse, or a mouse than a turnip, or
a turnip than a lump of chalk? But what man would be a mouse or a
turnip, or _vice versa_? What turnip would be a lump--of anything but
itself? Are two people happier than one? You and I, yes; because we
_are_ one; but who else? It is one and all. Happiness is like time
and space--we make and measure it ourselves; it is a fancy--as big, as
little, as you please; just a thing of contrasts and comparisons, like
health or strength or beauty or any other good--that wouldn't even be
noticed but for sad personal experience of its opposite!--or
its greater!
"I have forgotten all I know but this, which is for you and me: we are
inseparable forever.
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