be, or I would not speak now as I never spoke before, at the moment
when I am raising an impassable barrier between us by my own free
will. If you ever loved me—and you did—you will respect that
barrier in deed and word, and even in thought. You will remember
only that I loved you with all my heart on the day before my
marriage. You will forget even to think that I may love you still
to-morrow, and think tenderly of you on the day after that.
"You are free now, dear, and can begin your real life. How do I
know it? Del Ferice has told me that he has released you—for we
sometimes speak of you. He has even shown me a copy of the legal