My poor Aylmer,You have aimed so high. With so high and pure afeeling, you have rejected the best the Earth could offer. I am dying, dearest.
It was true. The hand on her face had been her link to life. As the last trace of color disappeared from her cheek, she gave her last breath.
Blinded by a meaningless imperfection and an impossible goal, Aylmer had thrown away her life and with it his chance for happiness. In trying to improve his lovely wife, he had failed to realize she had been perfect all along