And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.
And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can’t help looking like a sheep. Now, whenever that young man looked at you he looked like a sheep.