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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: died. To have him back again and then to lose him! Oh! I cannot bear it."
She covered her face with her hands and a low sob escaped her.
"Don't, don't grieve," he said in an unsteady voice, as he took the little
hands in his and pulled them away from her face.
Betty trembled. Something in his voice, a tone she had never heard before
startled her. She looked up at him half unconscious that he still held her
hands in his. Never had she appeared so lovely.
"You cannot understand my feelings."
"I loved my mother."
"But you have not lost her. That makes all the difference."
"I want to comfort you and I am powerless. I am unable to say what--I--"
Betty Zane | 
