The person I was then seems to have been somebody else, not Bibbs Sheridan at all.

It seems long, long ago.

I was gloomy and sickly--somebody else--somebody I don't understand now, a coward afraid of shadows--afraid of things that didn't exist--afraid of my old zinc-eater! And now I'm only afraid of what might change anything." She was silent a moment, and then, "You're happy, Bibbs ?" she asked.
"Ah, don't you see ?" he cried.

"I want it to last for a thousand, thousand years, just as it is! You've made me so rich, I'm a miser.

I wouldn't have one thing different--nothing, nothing!" "Dear Bibbs!" she said, and laughed happily..