MY FRIEND...

At this he stuck for a long time; what on earth could he write about?

There were ten thousand things he wanted to say. Most of them he had no

right to say because they were not engaged; there was not even an

understanding between them. The remainder would give the show away; she

would see that he was in danger, or, at any rate, in a tight place. He

must write in some sort of general terms.

This is what he wrote:

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