'Virginia while talking to an old friend "said- and as though addressing herself rather than me: 'What do you think is probably the happiest moment in one's whole life?' While I was wondering how I should answer this sudden question, she went on, with a strange but very quiet radiance in her voice: 'I think its the moment when one is walking in one's graden, perhaps picking off a few dead flowers, and suddenly one thinks: "My husband lives in that house-- And he loves me." ' Her face shone, as I have never seen it." '
A Marraige of True Minds, by George Spater and Ian Parsons
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