He was always kind and courteous, but I was not what I had been to him.

It was all over! Oh, how I have cried! How dreadful and delusive life is! Nothing lasts.

Then we came here--I never saw him again; he never came.
He promised it in every letter.

I was always expecting him, and I never saw him again--and now he is dead! But he still cared for us since he remembered you.

I shall love him to my latest breath, and I never will deny him, and I love you because you are his child, and I could never be ashamed of him before you.