Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.
"Oh, it seems to me it will grow harder all the time," said Leslie miserably.

"I've nothing to look forward to.

Morning will come after morning--and he will not come back--he will never come back.

Oh, when I think that I will never see him again I feel as if a great brutal hand had twisted itself among my heartstrings, and was wrenching them.
Once, long ago, I dreamed of love--and I thought it must be beautiful--and NOW--its like THIS.

When he went away yesterday morning he was so cold and indifferent.