I'm going east to-morrow to Silverdale.

I wonder if I could be permitted to send you a wedding present." The girl turned to him with a crimson spot in her cheek, and there was a little hoarse thrill in her voice that made its impression even on him.
"Once I thought I'd have every little thing you gave me buried with me," she said.

"I felt I couldn't part with them, and now I'll remember you often when I should forget,--but whatever you send I'll burn.

I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I can't help it.
Perhaps it's mad, foolish, but I want you to think well of me still." She stopped and caught her breath with a little gasp, while her voice grew strained and broken as she went on.
"Lance," she said passionately, "can't you understand?
It's my one chance to creep back to where I was before you came my way--and Potter's kind to me.

At least, I can be straight with him, and I pray I'll never see your face, or hear your name again.