ob brougter  a postmark - directed in a ters of ten long ago in a pocket S agitation, airs, t s read tter in solitude. S hrobbing brow.

    MAGGIE, - I believe in you - I kno to deceive me - I knoried to keep faito me, and to all. I believed t ture. t after I last parted from you I suffered torments. I  convinced me t you  free - t t tions - almost murderous suggestions - of rage and jealousy, my mind made its o belief in your trut you meant to cleave to me, as you  you ed  you struggled to renounce  I could see no issue t  fatal for you, and t dread s out t of resignation. I foresa  relinquis trong attraction ers, and belonged to t partial, divided action of our nature . I  tion of cure t I inually felt t of in  per you as tist does about tremble to see it confided to ot it could bear for anoty it bears for him.

    I dared not trust myself to see you t morning - I tered by a nigold you long ago t I o ty of my poo me on earto t  my acion into ture of an ever-springing, ever-satisfied ?

    But t nig came before t. It o me. I ain t o sacrifice everyto ed ainty to  I ronger in you than your love for him.

    I  tell you  t interval. But even in its utmost agony - even in terrible t love must suffer before it can be disembodied of selfiso  tive. In t of my egoism, I yet could not bear to come like a deat of your joy: I could not bear to forsake till lived and mig  of to you, to  and endure. Maggie, t is a proof of e noo assure you of - t no anguiso bear on your acco