I have lost all memories but the memory of _her_.

Dead thoughts--all dead thoughts but that one! And yet you look at me kindly! Why has your face gone down with the wreck of all the rest ?" He paused; his face changed; his thoughts drifted back from present to past; he looked at Crayford vacantly, lost in the terrible remembrances that were rising in him, as the shadows rise with the coming night.
"Hark ye, friend," he whispered.

"Never let Frank know it.

There was a time when the fiend within me hungered for his life.

I had my hands on the boat.