He seized his pen at last, set his face like flint and resolutely wrote his answer:
Dear Nan:
Your letter is very kind. I'll be honest and tell you that it has stirred memories I've tried to kill and can't. I hate to say no, but I must.
Sincerely,
Jim.
As he drew down the door of the letter box on the corner to post this reply he paused a moment. A wave of desperate longing swept his heart.
"My God! I must see her!" he cried in anguish.
And then the strong square jaw came together and the struggle was over. He dropped the letter in the box, turned and walked slowly home.
CHAPTER II