He looked in Mrs. van D.’s mouth and found two teeth that made her wince with pain and utter incoherent cries every time he touched them.
Never have they uttered a single word about the burden we must be, never have they complained that we’re too much trouble.
Instead of making use of the opportunity to thank us — for the first time — for unselfishly taking him in, he didn’t utter a word.
I’ve been in an utter state of confusion today.
I’m in a state of utter confusion, don’t know what to read, what to write, what to do.
Most of all I miss the outdoors and having a place where I can be alone for as long as I want! I think I’m getting everything all mixed up, Kitty, but then, I’m in a state of utter confusion: on the one hand, I’m half crazy with desire for him, can hardly be in the same room without looking at him; and on the other hand, I wonder why he should matter to me so much and why I can’t be calm again!