bankrupt! Good God! think of owing two millions! I should be

killed in a duel the first week; therefore I shall not return

there. Your love--the most tender and devoted love which ever

ennobled the heart of man--cannot draw me back. Alas! my beloved,

I have no money with which to go to you, to give and receive a

last kiss from which I might derive some strength for my forlorn

"Poor Charles! I did well to read the letter. I have gold; I will give

She wiped her eyes, and went on reading.