It came to me, and I could not put it from me, and would not now if I could, but I know the tyranny of a secret you cannot share with the man who loves you.

I know, too, the cruelty of it all.

For years I have answered kindly meant inquiry with discourteous silence, bearing insinuations, calumny, insults--and all because I cannot speak.

Don't, I beseech you, begin your new life in this slavery.

But whatever the outcome, take him into your confidence.