Perhaps you do not know--I hope you do not--what a struggle an attempt to forget is.

I could not have believed that a memory could hang so heavily round my neck.
"He wrote to me once after, and sent me Edward's riding-whip and flask.

I never saw him again.

From what Edward told me, and from the little I saw of him myself, I knew that he was the humblest and gravest of men.

In his dealing with me, he showed himself the most truly loving." I was at Tredennis for a week just after this.