I wish I could tell you how sorry I am for the time I have squandered.
I’ll show you, that will be better.
Any time, or any place and no conditions now, Jim. That’s all, my dear brave lover. Good night.
Your own, Anne.
He was sitting bolt upright. Once more he devoured the letter. Then he sank back and closed his eyes.
“Thank you, my darling, I can rest now,” he said.
The golden sunset light played in riotous joyousness on the cabin walls; the little creek laughed out loud; so did Ches and Bud, approaching the cabin. It was a beautiful and happy world.