It is a strange grace, to be given at last a thing you never knew you lacked, and to be given it by a man with only months to enjoy it beside you.

Chapter 20 — A Real Family

Arthur’s health had declined a great deal in those months.

His heart, worn out at last, was failing in earnest now, and there were days he did not leave his chair on the back porch, wrapped in a soft wool blanket even in the warm sea air.

But his face, which had been so stony and so lonely when I first knew him, had lost its heaviness.

The war was over.