"I will not even leave her, he realized bitterly; because I cannot. Except by the door of death, itself, I am powerless to leave her side. But what we will have from now on will be like a priceless vase that has been smashed upon the floor, and skillfully mended--all of a piece, perhaps, but, God, how ugly the cracks show in the light!" pg. 33
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