They meant all I intended them to
and they must have meant something I never could have imagined.
And in San Francisco one of the firm where she studies --a very
fine man she says he is, Peter; I can see that in every way he
would be quite right for her; and I had a letter from her last
night, and, Peter, he had asked her to marry him, to have a
lifelong chance at work she's crazy about. He had offered her a
beautiful home with everything that great wealth and culture and
good taste could afford. He had offered her the mothering of his
little daughter; and she refused him, Peter, refused him because
she is in love, with all the love there is left in her
disappointed, hurt heart, with the personality that these letters
represent to her; and that personality is yours, Peter. I stole
it from you. I copied it into those letters. I'm not straight.
I'm not fair. I wasn't honest with her. I wasn't honest with
you. I'll just have to take off front the top of the highest
mountain or sink in the deepest place in the sea, Peter. I
thought I was straight. I thought I was honorable I have made
Donald believe that I was. If I have to tell him the truth about
this he won't want to wear my flower any more. I shall know all
the things that Marian has suffered, and a thousand times worse,
because she was not to blame; she had nothing with which to
reproach herself."
Peter put an arm across Linda's shoulders and drew her up to him.
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