It will be pleasant to me to feel that I can make some reparation for the evil I have done.
As for love, I have never loved any one but you.

You yourself must know that well.

Yours, altogether, if you will have it so--JULIA." She took the letter with her back across the room to her seat by the fire, and took with her at the same time the little portrait; and there she sat, looking at the one and reading the other.

At last she slowly folded the note up into a thin wisp of paper, and, lighting the end of it, watched it till every shred of it was burnt to an ash.

"If he wants me," she said, "he can come and take me--as other men do." It was a fearful attempt, that which she had thought of making.