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 Who knows? I think it is preposterous, the way I continue to miss you.

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" dear, I 'm coming home. Really, I cannot stand it another day. Don't flatter your- self, for I am convinced that I flatter you all that you can bear without spoiling.

"Mrs. Gray has been talking to me. She says more marriages are ruined by a woman's spoiling a man than there are by a man's neglect- ing a woman. I told her I failed to see how either event was at all possible. She said, 'My dear, you are like your mother.'

"Half the Wilderness Girl seems to be blotted out of me by separation from you. I have missed you too much. If I surprise you by being too civilized, after all, where shall we end? Our betrothal would become a tame and com- monplace affair, and I know better than you do how much that would disappoint you.

"You write me such love-letters as I think no woman ever had. I am ashamed of my poor, pale things beside them. But, Dear, yours hush me—like your lips on mine. And perhaps it is because I feel so much that I can say so little. "Your own.