For fear I should run after her, she wrote that they were just leaving Trient for another place, not mentioned.

If I wrote, I was to address to Bath, and the letter would be forwarded.

I wrote--of course a fool's letter; I only wish I'd never sent it.

Sometimes I think I'll never try to see her again; sometimes I think I'll make her see me, and tell her the truth about herself.

The only thing is--I'm half afraid--I've gone through torture enough; I don't want to begin again.