“It was awful, he cried, awful, awful!Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”

“Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day”

“Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”

“Still, life had a way of adding day to day”

“And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.”

“Happy the mother who bears, happier still the biographer who records the life of such a one!”

“Life stand still here.”