I do more hopelessly to-day than ever--and with each day, each hour, more and more until I die.

You will not let me go to my end unclaimed, will you ?--a poor ghost all alone, lost in the darkness somewhere among the stars--lacking that tie between you and it which even death does not know how to sever! "I leave all to you, loving you, wishing what you wish, content with what you give--and take--so that you do give and take and keep and hold for life.
"It is very dusky; the lights, red and white, glimmer on every transport.

We feel the sea-swell a little.

Celia left us, going ashore at Acquia Creek.

She takes the cars to Richmond and then to Paigecourt.