The Desert and the Sown

I knew she’d have friends enough, once she was quit of me. That was the case between us. The thing that hurt me most was to put her letter back where I found it, and leave it, there with him. Her little cry to me–and I couldn’t come! I read the words over and over, I’ve said ‘em to myself ever since. I’ve lived on them. But I had to leave the letter there to show I’d never come back. I put it back after he was dead.