But you are the greatest joy and comfort I have, dear--you know that.

If you go away--it will be harder and slower and longer--that's all.

I shall have you to worry about too.

Let somebody else do the gold-mine, dear--you stay here and comfort your Mother as long as you can--and me.

How can I get along without you ?" He tried to put his arm around her again, but she drew back.