Presently she bent forward.
"Norman," she said, in a low whisper, "my darling, I appeal to you for my own sake.

I love you so dearly that I cannot live away from you--it is a living death.

You cannot realize it.

There are few moments, night or day, in which your face is not before me--few moments in which I do not hear your voice.

Last night I dreamed that you stood before me with outstretched arms and called me.