24/30 You have faith in me, and I fly from you!--I must be mad. I know that this is the thing to do. Some years hence a grey woman may return, to hear of a butterfly Diana, that had her day and disappeared. Better than a mewing and courtseying simulacrum of the woman--I drivel again.Adieu.I suppose I am not liable to capture and imprisonment until the day when my name is cited to appear. |