you a few things that women care for; mere nothings, indeed, but they will remind you of me. Soon I will come to you or send for you. I took your boat with me and lost it, but you will need it no more, for you must leave that wretched life you lead at once. Go where you will and tell my messenger where I shall find you. Love me always.'
And as he had written those words he had thought:
'Will she be for ever on my life? I owe her so much, but—but—what shall I do with her in the world? She is but a beautiful barbarian, and she will never understand, and she will be for ever like a chain about my feet. And all I want is to forget—to forget!'
She read the letter once—twice—thrice. Inside it was a roll of bank-notes bearing the cipher of a large sum.
If he had killed her she would have kissed his hand as it took her life; and it would have hurt her less.
There was on the slab of nenfro near her paper and a pencil which she had bought for him long before that he might make drawings for the clay he moulded.
She could write very ill, in the large,
