But another woman would give him a son, and he would be happy.

I tell you that every day and every night,--every hour of every day and of every night,--I am thinking of the man I love.

I have nothing else to think of.

I have no occupation,--no friends,--no one to whom I care to say a word.

But I am always talking to Burgo in my thoughts; and he listens to me.