I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.
Y no sería menos tierno para ti aunque no me dedicases una sonrisa ni me reconocieran tus ojos. Pero no sigamos hablando de eso.