But, oh, Mina, I love him.

I love him! There, that does me good.
I wish I were with you, dear, sitting by the fire undressing, as we used to sit, and I would try to tell you what I feel.

I do not know how I am writing this even to you.

I am afraid to stop, or I should tear up the letter, and I don't want to stop, for I do so want to tell you all.

Let me hear from you at once, and tell me all that you think about it.