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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
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If you will like it, if it will make you happy, I will wear your ring. You may put it on tomorrow evening. For truly I do wish to make you happy. Marna.

"P.S. Be patient with me. I know I make you a great deal of trouble, but indeed, indeed, I cannot help it. It is my nature, I 'm afraid. But what is nature? It seems to me a trackless place; a great tropical jungle where it is easy to get lost on foot, or a vast space of ether where is possible to get lost on wings. After all, I am rather young, though I don't feel as if I were,—no motherless girl does, I think,—and I don't always know the difference between my feet and my wings. All I know is that I love you. And a ruby is love incarnate. Bind me to you with your ruby, my dear Love! Then I cannot get away if I would, and perhaps—who knows?—perhaps I would not if I could, for I am, and God knows I want to be,

"YourMarna."

"Mother? My dear dead Mother out somewhere in the wide summer night, I write a note to you. Did any girl ever write a letter to her dead mother before? Oh, I don't know, but, Mother, I must! I am such a lonely girl! I

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