Shall I dare to see her? Or, shall I stand outside her lighted window, remembering. That would be better, I believe. I can be nothing to her then, but once—

After all, she did not despise me!

Transcriber’s Note

This transcription follows the text of the Jacobsen Publishing Company edition published in 1928. However, the following alterations have been made to correct what are believed to be unambiguous errors in the text: