And here am I, away from her, and I feel that any day harm may come to her, and she 'll melt, and be as if the devils of hell were mocking me.

Who's to keep harm from her when I'm away?
What can I do but drink and forget?
Only now, when I wake up from it, I'm a crawling wretch at her feet.

If I had her feet to kiss! I've never kissed her--never! And no man has kissed her.

Damn my head! here's the ache coming on.

That's my last oath, mother.