It was just me.

When I lived, it lived; when I die----" "My love!" "When--no.

I do not believe it can die even then! I think it is a part of my soul, and will outstand all time." She hesitated as if devising words to express herself with even more sweet abandon.

There was a certain loving recklessness in what she uttered now: "Not care?
I wish you, too, would understand! Perhaps it is because we care in such different ways.

I don't know, but to me it has been all! There is no joy, no pleasure, however petty, through all the day, but it brings with it the swift desire to share it with you.