I've been about four days bringing this autobiography of Mary Marie's to an end.

I've enjoyed doing it, in a way, though I'll have to admit I can't see as it's made things any clearer.

But, then, it was clear before.

There isn't any other way.
I've got to write that letter.

As I said before, I regret that it must be so sorry an ending.
I suppose to-morrow I'll have to tell Mother.