I wish I could make you free from me entirely, if that should be your wish.

Perhaps some time you will be, and then when I am nothing to you save a sad memory, you will think better of me than you do now.
"Good-by, Richard.

We shall probably never meet again.

Good-by.
"ETHIE." She did not stop to read what she had written.

There was not time for that, and taking a fresh sheet, she wrote: "DEAR, DARLING ANDY: If all the world were as good, and kind, and true as you, I should not be writing this letter, with my arrangements made for flight.