If he had been like other men and I had been like other girls, I suppose that after that night when I heard the truth I should have been plunged into the darkest woe and have almost sobbed myself to death.

Why did I not?
I do not know except--except that I felt that no darkness could come between us because no darkness could touch him.

He could never be anything but alive alive.

If I could not see him it would only be because my eyes were not clear and strong enough.

I seemed to be waiting for something.
I wanted to keep near him.
I was full of this feeling as we sat together on the terrace and watched the moon.