I owe everything to him! I had but him in the world, and you two boys, your brother and you.

But for you, all would have been empty, dark, and void as the night.

I should never have loved, or known, or cared for anything--I should not even have wept--for I have wept, my little Jean; oh, yes, and bitter tears, since we came to Havre.

I was his wholly and forever; for ten years I was as much his wife as he was my husband before God who created us for each other.

And then I began to see that he loved me less.