Jan. 23d.
I tell you you have taken away what I held precious for the second time,
and there shall be no third. You showed me once that you could not be a
faithful lover, you have shown me now you cannot be a faithful friend. I
am not an easy woman, who can be made much of and dropped in an unending
see-saw. Even if I loved you we would be most wretched married, you with
the feeling that I did not fit into your set, I with the knowledge that
you felt so, besides the deadly fear of you, of your changes and fits of
hot and cold. But I do not love you. This is what you seem unable to
realize. Yet it is true, and it settles everything for ever.