I take all I love with me.

If you prayed for long years, I would never return to you nor speak to you again." She folded the note and addressed it to her husband.

She left no kiss warm from her lips upon it.

As she passed forever from the little villa, she never turned for one last look at its vine-clad walls.
The gaunt, silent Italian servant who had lived with Dora since the first day she reached Florence came to her in wonder and alarm, barely recognizing her pretty, gentle mistress in the pale, determined woman who looked like one brought to bay.

To her Dora spoke of the letter; it was to be given to her husband as soon as he returned.