I have been hungry and starving for years, and it seemed as though I--even I!--might still feast and be satisfied.
'It would not have taken much to satisfy me.

I am not young, like you--I don't ask much.

Just to be his friend, his secretary, his companion--in time--perhaps--his wife--when he began to feel the need of home, and peace--and to realise that no one else was so dear or so familiar to him as I.I understood him--he me--our minds touched.

There was no need for "falling in love." One had only to go on from day to day--entering into each other's lives--I ministering to him and he growing accustomed to the atmosphere I could surround him with, and the sympathy I could give him--till the habit had grown so deep into heart and flesh that it could not be wrenched away.

His hand would have dropped into mine, almost without his willing or knowing it....