And so, a bientot, for we must never say 'goodbye,' even in jest.

I feel as though I were launching this letter at a venture, as sailors throw a bottle overboard when they fear they are lost.

I have not yet tested the post-office, and I feel a kind of uncertainty as to whether this will reach you.
"But they are clamouring at my door, and I must go.

Once more, my own queen, I love you, ever and only and always.

May all peace and rest be with you, and may Heaven keep you from all harm!" This letter was not signed, for what signature could it possibly need?
Margaret read it, and read it again, wondering--for she had never had such a letter in her life.