But no;--she could not send it. She could not even copy the words. And so she gave play to all her strongest feelings on the other side,--being in truth torn in two directions. Then she sat herself down to her desk, and with rapid words, and flashing thoughts, wrote as follows:--
PAUL MONTAGUE,--

But no, she could not send it. And so she sat down, and wrote rapidly as follows:
Paul Montague,-
