I was content, secure.

I magnified every little demonstration.
When you touched my ear it was more to me than the embrace of another man might have been.

I have lived on one kiss of yours for a week.

To you the kiss was of no more value than a cigarette.

I wish," she added in a whisper, "I wish I were dead!" She had spoken in a low, monotonous voice, staring haggardly at the fire, while I knelt by her side.