I’d　always　be　haunted4　by　the　feeling　that　you　had　been　taking　a　chance　on　just　that；　and　that　kind　of　love　would　disgust　me。　Suppose　I’m　plain　（and　you　must　admit　that　this　is　more　likely）；　then　I’d　always　fear　that　you　were　only　going　on　writing　because　you　were　lonely　and　had　no　one　else。　No；　don’t　ask　for　my　picture。　When　you　e　to　New　York；　you　shall　see　me　and　then　you　shall　make　your　decision。”

One　minute　to　six　。。。　he　pulled　har