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Rh fusion. I don’t know what to say, and I have decided that it is best for me not to say anything until I know my own mind. I could n’t be fair either to you or myself otherwise. And I want to be fair; I must be. Give me time, please. It is because I care so much for you that I ask it. Don’t worry if you don’t hear from me for weeks. My silence won’t mean that I have forgotten you; it will mean that I am thinking of you.

Sincerely,

Hugh.

Her answer came promptly:

Hugh, my dear—

I was a fish to write that letter—and I know that I ’ll lever forgive myself. But I could n’t help it—I just
 * ould n’t help it. I am glad that you are keeping your head

because I’ve lost mine entirely. Take all the time you like. Do you hate me for losing my pride ? I do.

Your stupid

Cynthia.

Weeks went by, and Hugh found no solution. He damned college with all his heart and soul. iVhat good had it done him anyway? Here he vas with a serious problem on his hands and he le was a freshman. Four years of studying and ectures and examinations, and the first time he nicked up against a bit of life he was licked.
 * ould n’t solve it any better than he could have when

Eventually he wrote to her and told her that he