It was after one of those terrible paroxysms of pain.

He was very white and feeble, but smiling.

He took my hand, and said, "What a wonderful thing it is that pain takes away one's power of thinking of anything except people.

It hurries one away, somewhere, deep, deep down; yet one can bear to touch the bottom.

But when loving anyone carries one away, one goes down deeper and deeper, and yet feels that there is a fathomless gulf beyond.".