The new bonnets are just the awfulest things you ever did see.

Write soon.
Rachel crumpled the letter in her hand, with a quick, angry gesture, as if crushing some hateful, despicable thing, and her clear hazel eyes blazed.
"He is evidently a hopeless coward," she said to herself, "when all that has passed can not spur him into an exhibition of proper spirit.

If he had the love for me he professed it could not help stimulating him to some show of manliness.

I will fling him out of my heart and my world as I would fling a rotten apple out of a basket." Then a sadder and gentler light shone in her face.
"Perhaps I am myself to blame a little.

I may not be a good source of inspiration to acts of heroism.