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Comforting Someone When They Were Stricken With Loss Was Something Else. It Meant Commitment. It Meant Caring. It Meant You Wanted To Ease Their Pain, And At The Same Time You Were Thanking God That Whatever The Bad Thing Was That Had Happened, It Hadn't Happened To Them.

You Had Every Right To Be. He Raised His Eyes To Look At Her And She Was Suddenly And Strangely Reminded Of Being Four Years Old At The Beach, Crying When The Wind Came Up And Blew Away The Castle She Had Made. Her Mother Had Told Her She Could Make Another One If She Liked, But It Hadn't Stopped Her Crying Because What She Had Thought Was Permanent Was Not Permanent After All, But Only Made Out Of Sand That Vanished At The Touch Of Wind And Water.

You Promise Me, He Said. That You Love Him. Enough To Marry Him And Make Him Happy.

There Must Always Be A First," Said Jem. "it Is Not Easy To Be First, And It Is Not Always Rewarding, But It Is Important.

Jem, Cecily Thought, With A Pang In Her Heart. Her Brother Had Always Looked To Him As A Kind Of North Star, A Compass That Would Ever Point Him Toward The Right Decision. She Had Never Quite Thought Of Her Brother As Lucky Before, And Certainly Would Not Have Expected To Do So Today, And Yet-and Yet In A Way He Had Been. To Always Have Someone To Turn To Like That, And Not To Worry Constantly That One Was Looking To The Wrong Stars.