I was angry when you left me, locked here in this room.

I was indignant at what you had said and done, and did not realize the military necessity for making me a prisoner.

I resented your taking everything so for granted, and--and I believe I almost hated you.

I know I lay down here on the couch and cried myself to sleep.

I could not have slept long, and when I awoke my mind still retained its bitterness.