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_Wednesday, 5 o’clock._
My Darling:
I wish to write these few words more, so that you may find them
to-morrow morning when you awake. Our conversation, even through the
bars of the prison, has done me good. My limbs trembled under me when I
went down to met you, but I gathered all my strength, so that I should
not fall from my emotion. Even now my hand is still trembling; our
interview has violently shaken me. If I did not insist that you should
stay still longer it was because I was at the end of my strength. I had
to hide myself, so that I might weep a little; do not believe because I
weep that my soul is less brave or less strong; but my body is somewhat
weakened by three months of the prison, without a breath of the outer
air. I must have had a robust constitution to have been able to resist
all these tortures.
What has done me the most good is that I felt that you were so brave, so
valiant, so full of love for me. Let us, my dear wife, continue to
command the respect of the world by our attitude and by our courage. As
for me, you must have felt that I am decided to face everything. I want
my honor, and I shall have it. No obstacle shall stop me.
Kiss the babies for me. A thousand kisses.