"If you go up there to join her, remember that I gave you fair warning."
I could endure it no longer, the torment of not seeing her, of not being with her....
As her favourite sonneteer, Santayana, writes—lines she often quoted—
"Love leads me on, no end of love appears.
Is this the heaven, poets, that ye paint?
Oh then, how like damnation to be blessed!"
I informed Ruth, Darrie, Penton that I was going to New York in the morning....
Penton immediately whisked out of my sight, full of uncontrollable emotion....