I watched with feverish anxiety every step, every sound; but he came not.

I knew that the Doctor's admonitions would not have much weight, nor yet Richard's opinion.

I had the feeling that if he would only speak to me, only look at me once, it would ease that horrible oppression and pain which I was suffering.

The agony I was enduring was so intolerable, and its real relief so impossible, like a child I caught at some fancied palliation, and craved only that.

What would one look, one word be--out of a lifetime of silence and separation.
No matter: it was what I raged and died for, just one look, just one word more.