So how can I describe to you a very important period in the lives of Betty and Boyce and me?
I had to resume my intimacy with Boyce.

The blind and lonely man craved it and claimed it.

It would be an unmeaning pretence of modesty to under-estimate the value to him of my friendship.

He was a man of intense feelings.

Torture had closed his heart to the troops of friends that so distinguished a soldier might have had.