will believe it.
So now it is ended—I am going back to the line
I was first in—variety—and with a new name. So
you can never find me—I entreat you—I beg of
you—not to look for me. If you only put your
mind to it—you will find it so easy to forget me—for
I will not do you the wrong to think that you
did not mean what you wrote in your letter or
what you said that night when we sang Annie Laurie
together the last time.