When we parted, he said:
"I feel like the worst of criminals!"
He has not committed a crime. He loved me once, now he no longer loves
me. That is all.
* * * * *
But after what has happened I cannot remain here. Everything will remind
me of my hours of joyful waiting; of my hours of failure and abasement.
Where can I go to hide my shame?
* * * * *
Richard....
* * * * *
Would that be too humiliating? Why should it be? Did I not give him my
promise: "If I should ever regret my resolution," I said to him.
* * * * *
I will write to him, but first I must gather up my strength again.
Jeanne goes long walks with me. We do not talk to each other, but it
comforts me to find her so faithful.
* * * * *
DEAR RICHARD,
It is a long time since I wrote to you, but neither have you been quite
so zealous a correspondent this summer, so it is tit for tat.
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