I might toil for years, and should do no good.

I feel I am not an artist--I am beaten and disgraced.

There's nothing left but to cry and be miserable, like any other girl who has lost her money, her hopes, everything.

Why don't you write to me?
If you wait till you get this, it will be six or seven weeks before I could possibly hear.

And a letter from you would do me so much good.' Some one knocked at her door.