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1 " She had tried to talk to Gemmie about it once the day before, and Gemmie had said all girls felt “queer” at the thought of being married. All nice girls, that is. Sherrill couldn’t see why that had anything to do with the matter. It wasn’t a matter of nicety. Gemmie was talking about a shrinking shyness probably, and it wasn’t that at all. It was a great awesomeness at the thought of the miracle of two lives wrought into one, two souls putting aside all others and becoming one perfect life. "
― Grace Livingston Hill , The Beloved Stranger
2 " But I was in a hurry, so I let him drive. I wasn’t thinking about formalities then. I knew I ought to get back home quickly. Anyhow, he was so respectful I knew he was all right.” “Hmm! There are respectful crooks sometimes! But never mind; go on. "
3 " She had a feeling as she listened that she had been sitting in a dark place all her life, and that during the last three weeks light had slowly begun to break. It seemed that tonight the light was like glory all around her. These people actually lived with God, referred everything to Him, wanted nothing that He did not send. They were in a distinct and startling sense a separated people, and she was beginning to long with all her heart that she might truly be one with them. "
4 " Isn’t that your Battledore-and-shuttlecock lady of the reception?” murmured Copeland with a grin. Sherrill giggled. “Mrs. Battersea,” she prompted. “Yes, I thought it was something like that.” The lady brought her heavy body down the car steps and arrived on the platform a few feet from them. Copeland stooped a little closer and spoke softly: “What do you say if we give her something to talk about? Do you mind if I kiss you good-bye?” For answer Sherrill gave him a lovely mischievous smile and lifted her lips to meet his. "
5 " Don’t ever fancy, no matter how hard a thing you have to go through, that your experience is unique. This old world has been going on a good many hundred years, and there are precious few situations that haven’t happened over and over again. Cheer up, child; that’s a model letter, and you’re a good little sport! "
6 " How glad she was that none of them were really intimate friends. All of them new friends from Aunt Pat’s circle of acquaintances. Her own girlhood friends were all too poor or too far away to be summoned. "
7 " Aunt Pat,” she said mournfully, “why do you suppose this had to happen to me? Why did I have to be punished like this?” “I wouldn’t call it punishment, child,” said the old lady, patting Sherrill’s shoulder. “I’d say it was a blessing the Lord sent to save you from a miserable life with a man who would have broken your heart.” “But if that is so,” wailed Sherrill, “why didn’t He stop me before it went so far? Before it would hurt so much?” The old lady was still a minute and then said, “Perhaps He did, and you wouldn’t listen. Perhaps you had some warnings that you wouldn’t heed. I don’t know. You’ll have to look into your own life for that. "
8 " Those flowers! How wonderful it would have been if they had been hers! If she had been a girl with friends who could send farewell greetings in such a costly style! Why, all these gifts, the wedding that had preceded them, had been but the fulfillment of her childish fairy dreamings—all the things she had most wished for in life—and now they had come, and how empty they were! How one’s heart could starve in the midst of plenty! "