nxieties. My mind lives and breathes once
more--it was dead until I got your letter.

"The shock I have suffered has left a strange quietness in me. I feel as
if I had parted from my former self--as if the hopes once so dear to me
had all gone back to some past time from which I am now far removed. I
can look at the wreck of my life more calmly, Norah, than you could
look at it if we were both together again. I can trust myself already to
write to Frank.

"My darling, I think no woman ever knows how utterly she has given
herself up to the man she loves--until that man has ill-treated her. Can
you pity my weakness if I confess to having felt a pang at my heart
when I read that part of your letter which calls Frank a coward and a
villain? Nobody can despise me for this as I despise myself. I am like a
dog who crawls back and licks the master's hand that has beaten him. But
it is so--I would confess it to nobody but you--indeed, indeed it is
so. He has deceived and deserted me; he has written me a cruel farewell
--but don't call him a villain! If he repented and came back to me, I
would die rather than marry him now--but it grates on me to see that
word coward written against him in your hand! If he is weak of purpose,
who tried his weakness beyond what it could bear? Do you think this
would have happened if Michael Vanstone had not robbed us of our own,
and forced Frank away from me to China? In a week from to-day the year
of waiting would have come to an end, and I should have been Frank's
wife, if my marriage portion had not been taken from me.

"You will say, after what has hap pened, it is well that I have escaped.
My love! there is something perverse in my heart which answers, No!
Better have been Frank's wretched wife than the free woman I am now.

"I have not written to him. He sends me no address at which I could
write, even if I would. But I have not the wish. I will wait before
I send him _my_ farewell. If a day ever comes when I have the fortune
which my father once promised I should bring to him, do you know what I
would do with it? I would send it all to Frank, as my revenge on him
for his letter; as the last farewell word on my side to the man who has
deserted me. Let me live for that day! Let me live, Norah, in the hope
of better times for _you_, which is all the hope I have left. When I
think of your hard life, I can almost feel the tears once more in my
weary eyes. I can almost think I have come back a