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Up to this point she wrote rapidly and naturally, but the appeal

to his generosity, a quality she did not recognize in him, and

the necessity of winding up the letter with something touching,

pulled her up. "Of my fault and my remorse I cannot speak,

because...."

She stopped again, finding no connection in her ideas. "No," she

said to herself, "there's no need of anything," and tearing up

the letter, she wrote it again, leaving out the allusion to

generosity, and sealed it up.