Wait, while I search for the things we need." "Not alone; I must be where I can touch you.

Try to understand.

Oh, you do not know those hours I have spent in agony--I have died a thousand deaths since that sun went down." "You were conscious--all night long ?" "Conscious?
Yes, and unhurt, yet prisoned helpless beneath those two logs yonder, saved only by that over-turned bench.

Elsie, poor thing, never knew how death came, it was so swift, but I lay there, within a foot of her body unscratched.

I could think only of you, Steven, but with never a dream that you lived.