"No, don't touch me; I didn't mean that. Let's face it. For all we know, Hermann might have killed Francis. Whether he did or not, doesn't matter. it might have been. It's like that."
A minute before Michael, in soul and blood and mind and bones, had said that nothing but Sylvia and himself had any real existence. He had clung to her, even as she to him, hoping that this individual love would prove itself capable of overriding all else that existed. But it had not needed that she should speak to show him how pathetically he had erred.英文原著 · 《Michael》
And really,--you are a Lark." And then overriding her altogether, he told her what he meant to do about their future and the future of their little son. "You don't want a divorce and a fuss. Then I'll leave things. I perceive I've no intention of marrying any more. But you'd better do the straight thing. People forget and forgive. Especially when there is no one about making a fuss against you. "Perhaps, after all, there is something to be said for shirking it.英文原著 · 《The Research Magnificent》