A flicker of humble love lit up her bruised countenance.
"We established ourselves in this house which belongs to a German electrician, a friend of the doctor's.

Whenever she went away on a trip leaving me free, my steps would invariably turn to the harbor.

I was waiting to see your ship.

My eyes followed the seamen sympathetically, thinking that I could see in all of them something of your person....
'Some day he will come,' I would say to myself.

You know how selfish love is! I gradually forgot the death of your son....