My arms were round her, and I was kissing her, and kissing her, and kissing her, on her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes, and pressing her to my heart, and whispering to her that she was all, all, to me, and that I could not be without her.
Je la pressai contre mon coeur. Je lui dis bien bas quelle était tout pour moi, tout, et que je ne pouvais pas vivre sans elle.