You cannot understand my anxiety, you cannot know what I am suffering." She was silent for an instant, trying to regain her self-control, again tortured with the agony of her soul.
"Oh, the war!" she resumed.

"What changes in our life! Two months ago, my present situation would have appeared impossible, unimaginable.

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I caring for my husband, fearing that he would discover my identity and leave me, yet at the same time, wishing that he would recognize me and pardon me.