But you--no: you don't say what you don't feel, and you've the gift to feel.

It's so rare--and you'll suffer from it.
You'll find other people doing what I'm doing now--throwing themselves upon you--taking advantage--trusting to you.

You pitied me because I had lost my boy.

But you didn't know--you couldn't guess how bare my life has been always--but for him.

And then--this winter--' her voice changed and broke--'the sun rose again for me.