After another glass he gave way loosely to the luxury of tears.

Purposely he called up into his mind little incidents of the vanished spring, phrased to himself emotions that would make him react even more strongly to sorrow.
"We were so happy," he intoned dramatically, "so very happy." Then he gave way again and knelt beside the bed, his head half-buried in the pillow.
"My own girl--my own--Oh--" He clinched his teeth so that the tears streamed in a flood from his eyes.
"Oh...

my baby girl, all I had, all I wanted!...

Oh, my girl, come back, come back! I need you...

need you...