“Her tears were not for public consumption, she used to say. (216)”

“No sausage?" he asked.Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.”

“Please," she whispered, her tears flowing unchecked. "Tell me what to say and I will say it gladly. If I have hurt your pride then take mine. I have no use for it without you.”

“She said nothing for a moment, unsure what exactly to say. She loved him with every breath she took. She would do anything for him. How could she word her affections? Moisture assembled in her eyes, and, to her surprise, a tear trickled down her cheek. There were many things she’d like to say, but she didn’t know how.”

“Her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.”

“She was crying now, quietly, inhaling so vehemently it was as if she were trying to suck the tears back into her eyes.”