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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE

that I could not vulgarize my love for you—whether it be little, or much, or less—by making myself prisoner to a commonplace solitaire.

"Why need I be a prisoner at all? I'm sure I can love you quite as much without rings.

"Lovingly and loyally,

"Yours,

"Marna."

"I Think, on the whole, if I'd got to wear any, I'd like it to be a ruby; a small ruby, deep at the heart, and fed by an aorta of blazing color that you must take a little on trust, but get glimpses of once in a while, if you know how to treat the ruby and handle it just right. Of course it must be a carmine ruby—not one of those magenta things. I am not at all prepared for any kind of rubies yet. Really, you must not bother me and hurry me so. It makes me a little fretful. I shall run off into my forest if I am hurried; and then no man can find me—not even you, sir.

"This evening you annoyed me. I think once when you come, and once when you go, is enough. I do, indeed."

"Dear, you were very considerate and gentle with me to-day, and I love you. I do love you.

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