I know I had been unhappy long before! But as long as one can hide things from oneself--it seems to make them not true,--as though one's own will still controlled them.

But that day--after our walk--when we came back and found you on the hill-side! How was it your fault?
Yet I could almost have believed that you had invented the boys and the stone! Certainly he spared me nothing.

He had eyes and ears only for you.

After he brought you home all his thoughts were for you.

Nobody else's fatigues and discomforts mattered anything.