▁Qu ot ations ▁▁ ▁My ▁love ▁for ▁Martin ▁was ▁now ▁like ▁a ▁w ound ▁[ P t . ▁IV , ▁Chap . ▁ 5 8 , ▁p .   2 4 6 ] ▁ ▁the ▁suffering ▁woman ▁with ▁her ▁bru ised ▁and ▁ble eding ▁soul ▁[ P t . ▁IV , ▁Chap . ▁ 5 9 , ▁p .   2 5 1 ] ▁ ▁I ▁was ▁his . ▁He ▁had ▁taken ▁his ▁own . ▁Nothing ▁counted ▁in ▁the ▁presence ▁of ▁our ▁love . ▁To ▁be ▁only ▁we ▁two ▁together — that ▁was ▁everything . ▁The ▁world ▁and ▁the ▁world ' s ▁laws , ▁the ▁Church ▁and ▁the ▁Can ons ▁of ▁the ▁Church ▁were ▁bl otted ▁out , ▁forgotten , ▁lost . ▁[ P t . ▁IV , ▁Chap . ▁ 6 5 , ▁p .   2 8 2 ] ▁ ▁the ▁cruel ▁t angle ▁of ▁my ▁fate . ▁[ P t . ▁IV , ▁Chap . ▁ 6 5 , ▁p .   2 8 3 ] ▁ ▁I ▁did ▁not ▁cry . ▁I ▁felt ▁as ▁if ▁I ▁had ▁reached ▁a ▁depth ▁of ▁suffering ▁that ▁was ▁a ▁thousand ▁f ath oms ▁too ▁deep ▁for ▁tears . ▁[ P t . ▁V , ▁Chap . ▁ 7 6 , ▁p .   3 3 8 ] ▁ ▁I ▁looked ▁up ▁towards ▁the ▁sky , ▁but ▁there ▁seemed ▁to ▁be ▁no ▁sky , ▁no ▁moon , ▁and ▁no ▁stars , ▁only ▁a ▁v ap orous ▁black ness ▁that ▁came ▁down ▁and ▁closed ▁about