And how after all does he really differ from the others?
"Euan, I am sick of dread and worry, what with you out in the West with your painted scouts, and Mr.Boyd telling me that he has his doubts concerning the reliability of one o' them! And what with Lana so white and unhappy, and coming into my bed to cry against my breast at night----" Here the letter ended abruptly, and underneath in hurried writing: "Major Parr calls to say that an Oneida runner is ordered to try to find you with despatches from headquarters.

I had expected to send this letter by some one in your own regiment when it marched.

But now I shall intrust it to the runner.
"I know not how to close my letter--how to say farewell--how to let you know how truly my heart is yours.

And becomes more so every hour.

Nor can you understand how humbly I thank God for you--that you are what you are--and not like Sir John and--other men.
"Women are of a multitude of kinds--until they love.