“But, darling, you’re my world, my life.” She kissed me. “And what will you do? You have no job – nothing. How will you live? I can’t bear to think of you going back to those cheap little jobs. Here with me you are safe. I can look after you, protect you. I can give you the world – anything you want.” I remembered something I had read. “What does it profit a man,” I quoted, “if in gaining the world he loses his own soul?”
