Another sigh came from the window — quite a resigned sigh. 'She's life and hope and happiness, my whole world now.' He felt the quiver of a tear on his eyelid.

"She told him in a dozen ways, of which the best was without words, how she had missed him. Her emotion reassured him, promised his anxious heart that everything would be all right".

If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it's clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.