"We sat down and talked for a while. Each minute that passed increased a strange pain in my heart. I hardly knew what he was saying. I was watching his face, and looking intently into his eyes, conscious of him, of his voice, his winning ways. And conscious, above all, that in a few minutes he would be gone. I had never known such feelings before. It was like holding something incredibly beautiful and priceless between your fingers and knowing it to be slipping away, knowing that you could not grasp it firmly or cling to it because it was not yours; you had no right to it."