May God forgive you, as I try to do, all the evil that you have wrought, which, perhaps, is not done with yet.

Unless Fate should bring us together again, for as aught I know it may, I bid you farewell forever.

Would that I had never seen your face, but well are you named Red Eve, who, like the false Helen in a story you have never heard, were born to bring brave men to their deaths.

Again farewell, De Noyon.
"Who is this Helen ?" asked Eve of Sir Andrew when the letter had been read.
"A fair Grecian, daughter, over whom nations fought when the world was young, because of her beauty." "Ah, well! she did not make herself beautiful, did she?
and, perchance, was more sinned against than sinning, since women, having but one life to live, must follow their own hearts.

But this Helen has been dead a long while, so let her rest, if rest she may.