1367.—Thursday, March 3, 1864.
JleM.—Forgiven, never forgotten. Your heart and thoughts belong to another. Your future: a happy one. . . . Mine? . . .
1368.—Monday, March 7, 1864.
CITE.—Oh! that impression of yours is most wrong! Another? . . . . There is no proof that I would refuse you, were you only to ask—you know my address—why will you not? Do, and then judge me!—D. C. (pencil).
1369.—Friday, March 11, 1864.
SHOOT RIGHT AT HIM.—The game is yours alone—at present he is powerless—Je vous aime.
1370.—Tuesday, March 22, 26, 1864.
S.L. R.—The event you expect may be long delayed. It is quite vain to wait. If you arrange now, you can save yourself and help me. Neglect this, and I shall go into seclusion immediately. All will then be over. Communicate as before, or through the Times, to E. C.