How could anything ever be possible, now, between you and me?
Cease to think of me, Wally.

I am gone out of your life, for all time, as out of that whole circle of false, insincere, wicked and parasitic existence that we call "society." That other world, where you still are, shall see me no more.

I have found a better and a nobler kind of life; and to this, and to all it implies, I mean to be forever faithful.

I beg you, never try to find me or to answer this.
Good-bye, then, forever.
Catherine.
After having read this over and sealed it, she wrote still another: Dear Father: It is hard to write these words to you.

I owe you a debt of gratitude and love, in many ways; yet, after all, your will and mine conflict.