Other people have shrubbery in their gardens. You have a bottomless pit.

“Oh, no. A story. This was perhaps too maudlin and too much for the early hour, …”

“Will interrupted. "Henry," he said, "you're on fire. You do know that, don't yo…”

“I don't care what you do. As long as you know you belong to me.”

“And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.”