I want you to concentrate all your
will-power to convince yourself of this. If I had let myself be
persuaded to remain with you, after this great need for solitude had
laid hold upon me, I should have worried and tormented you every hour of
the day.
Dearest and best friend, there is some truth in these words, spoken by I
know not whom: "Either a woman is made for marriage, and then it
practically does not matter to whom she is married, she will soon
understand how to fulfil her destiny; or she is unsuited to matrimony,
in which case she commits a crime against her own personality when she
binds herself to any man."
Apparently, I was not meant for married life. Otherwise I should have
lived happily for ever and a day with you--and you know that was not the
case. But you are not to blame. I wish in my heart of hearts that I had
something to reproach you with--but I have nothing against you of any
sort or kind.
It was a great mistake--a cowardly act--to promise you yesterday that I
would return if I regretted my decision.
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