But it must be my life--and therefore let there be an end of all between us.' That would have been cold and severe.

'How are you, and what are you doing?
Dick and I are shoving along.

It isn't half as nice as on board ship.

Hope to see you before long, and am yours,--just the same as ever.' That would have been light and false,--keeping the word of promise to the ear but breaking it to the heart.

He could not write either of these.