The Vrouw Prinsloo, Hans and I set my garments upon you.

They led you out as though you were fainting, and the guards, seeing me, whom they thought was you, standing in the doorway, let them pass without question.
"What may happen I do not know, for I write this after you are gone.

I hope, however, that you will escape and lead some full and happy life, though I fear that its best moments will always be shadowed by memories of me.

For I know you love me, Allan, and will always love me, as I shall always love you.
"The light is burning out--like mine--so farewell, farewell, farewell! All earthly stories come to an end at last, but at that end we shall meet again.

Till then, adieu.