It was beautiful -- and dreadful -- and wonderful -- and exquisite -- oh , so exquisite . Mortal love could never be so exquisite . He had never lived before -- now he lived in every fibre of his being . He was glad Aunt Catherine did not worry him with questions . He had feared she would . But she never asked any questions now and she was afraid of Roger , as she had been afraid of his uncle . She dared not ask questions . It was a thing that must not be tampered with . Who knew what she might hear if she asked him questions ? She was very unhappy . Something dreadful had happened to her poor boy -- he had been bewitched by that hussy -- he would die as his uncle had died . `` Mebbe it 's best , '' she muttered . `` He 's the last of the Temples , so mebbe she 'll rest in her grave when she 's killed 'em all . I dunno what she 's sich a spite at them for -- there 'd be more sense if she 'd haunt the Mortons , seein ' as a Morton killed her . Well , I 'm mighty old and tired and worn out . It do n't seem that it 's been much use , the way I 've slaved and fussed to bring that b ' y up and keep things together for him -- and now the ghost 's got him . I might as well have let him die when he was a sickly baby . '' If this had been said to Roger he would have retorted that it was worthwhile to have lived long enough to feel what he was feeling now . He would not have missed it for a score of other men 's lives . He had drunk of some immortal wine and was as a god .
Even XXXXX she never came again , he had seen her once , and she had taught him life 's great secret in that one unforgettable exchange of eyes .
as at by for if in of that to with