Marguerite Young
- Miss MacIntosh, My Darling Ch. 6
It's easier to be married to the dead-not half so hard as life is. I know. I might lose my life," she promised, "and then would you love me as you think you loved her, or would you even know the difference between us, or would there always be the three of us, yourself and her and her? Would you consider us as one or two when we were gone? Or wouldn't we melt into one like gold in the fire?
Marguerite Young
- Miss MacIntosh, My Darling Ch. 6
She would rather walk across the glassy, burning floor of hell than come to child birth in his mother's house as she was coming now, bearing the child that never would be hers. It never would be his. This much was surely clear to her, that the husband was not the father.
